Marry

11

"Just say it." Qi Weiming's voice was gentle, as if he was drunk.

Zhou Mingyan's heart was moved. "The prince is a passionate man, but Sister Ningning is confined to the palace now. I heard that she has accompanied Prince Bigler to appreciate the flowers. The Tatar barbarians are cruel, and I don't know what will happen..."

Qi Weiming moved his fingers slightly and tightened the wine jug in his hand.

"It's a foregone conclusion, so why should you torture yourself, my Lord? I...I care about you just as much as Sister Ningning does. If you do this, won't you make those who care about you sad?"

Zhou Mingyan mustered up her courage, her face flushed slightly, shy yet bold, and continued, "I don't expect the prince to have much affection for me, I just hope to be by your side. If you can give me some of your extra affection, I... will be satisfied."

When Qi Weiming heard this, he seemed stunned and looked at her in astonishment.

Zhou Mingyan bit her lip, tears in her eyes, and looked pitiful. "Please take me."

"Miss Zhou, don't say such things so easily..." Qi Weiming covered his face in pain, grabbed the wine pot and took another sip, but Zhou Mingyan rushed over and grabbed the wine pot, "Don't drink anymore..."

But Qi Weiming was a man after all, so he gently pulled the wine jug, and the girl fell lightly into his arms.

The two looked into each other's eyes, the breeze stagnated, the smell of alcohol rose to their faces, and Zhou Mingyan's fragrance was erratic. Qi Weiming's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "What kind of fragrance do you use?"

Afterwards, Qi Weiming glanced to the side, and Zhou Mingyan jumped up immediately, seeing Qi Weiming's personal servant Lantian standing not far away uncomfortably, as if he had something important to do.

"I, I'll take my leave first!" Zhou Mingyan blushed and ran away quickly holding her skirt.

Lantian saw her running away, then he walked forward, glanced at the food box on the table, curled his lips, and asked, "Which one is this?"

Qi Weiming looked at him, somewhat dissatisfied, "What's the matter?"

"My Lord, I heard that Prince Bigler is ill and needs to recuperate for a while. Miss Wen may..."

"She went to accompany Bigler to appreciate the flowers?" Qi Weiming asked after taking a sip of wine.

"...Yes." Lantian's voice was weak.

Qi Weiming raised his hand, and with a "bang", the wine jug fell heavily to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

"A broken mirror cannot be mended." His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "After all, she was touched by another man."

Chapter 11

"My Lord, please don't worry about this." Lantian quickly asked someone to pick up the debris on the ground, and stepped forward to persuade, "Miss Wen is blessed with good fortune, and she may be able to escape this disaster. She just accompanied Prince Bigler to appreciate the flowers."

Qi Weiming looked at Lantian. He was drunk and his eyes were bloodshot. "Do you think this is a legend?"

Lantian was speechless. He was trying to comfort the prince, but seeing the prince in such an emotional state, he was afraid to speak.

Qi Weiming sneered, as if he was about to take some wine, but he didn't touch the jug when he reached out his hand. Then he remembered that he had smashed the jug long ago.