He stopped looking at her, simply holding her in his arms. His large hand warmed her waistline while the other picked up a wine cup and slowly poured.
Ming Yi felt somewhat at a loss. She tried to slip out of his embrace, but as soon as she moved, he tightened his hold.
“You want a drink too?” he asked.
She shook her head vigorously, but he seemed not to notice, bringing the cup to her lips. “Or perhaps you’re being considerate, knowing this lord can’t drink anymore.”
If you can’t drink anymore, why are you still pouring?
She grumbled inwardly, wrinkling her nose as she sniffed, reluctantly taking a small sip.
It was so strong.
She fumbled with the cup, spilling wine that soaked half her garment. The thin silk clung to her skin, emanating a warm fragrance.
Ji Bozai looked down to see her cheeks flushed, her eyes misty. She looked like a piece of pink jade soaked in water, translucent and glistening.
She couldn’t hold her liquor.
He gazed at her for a moment longer, then held the cup to her lips for a few more sips.
As the alcohol took effect, Ming Yi, her eyes reddened, nuzzled against his chest, mumbling, “No more.”
She curled up against his heart like a kitten, her soft white hands unconsciously wrapping around his waist, holding on tightly like a drowning person clutching a floating log.
Ji Bozai was quite pleased. He half-embraced her shoulders, feeding her a bite of food in good spirits.
Yan Xiao watched in amazement. “You intend to take her back with you?”
He glanced at Yan Xiao. “Why not?”
“This isn’t like you at all,” Yan Xiao shook his head. “You’ve never kept any of the previous dancing girls. Don’t act rashly out of momentary spite, only to abandon her later. These women at the banquet are all pitiful souls.”
How annoying.
Ji Bozai couldn’t be bothered to argue. Seeing the person in his arms growing drowsy, he stood up. “You handle things with Qian Li. I’m leaving.”
“You’re quite good at delegating tasks to me,” Yan Xiao complained.
He snorted lightly, securely holding the soft jade in his arms, and left through the side door without even bidding farewell to the Grand Minister.
“That man…” the Celestial Official beside the Grand Minister watched Ji Bozai’s retreating figure and shook his head slightly. “He has talent in abundance, but lacks self-control.”
The Grand Minister smiled. “Fighters are rare. It’s good that he has things he likes. Better than being interested in nothing at all.”
“Your Excellency is wise.”
The music in the hall continued. Ji Bozai exited through the moon gate of the inner courtyard, walking on the imperial road paved with blue stones.
“So wobbly,” the person in his arms mumbled.
Ji Bozai said meaningfully, “It’ll be even wobblier later.”
Hearing this, she immediately covered her forehead in panic. “If it wobbles anymore, it’ll spill!”
Her breath was fragrant with alcohol, drunk, and utterly adorable.
He couldn’t help but ask, “What will spill?”
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Love In The Clouds
Actionfrom Chinese novel, adapted as a drama Jibozai felt that Mingyi was an excellent knife. She was exquisite and sharp, yet devoted to him wholeheartedly. He would use her to eliminate all traitors, then turn her into the brightest badge on his crown...
