When Chen Mu approached, Little Wuya was obediently burying her head in her meal, not sparing Chen Mu, handsome as he was, a second glance.
In Little Wuya's eyes, this person named Chen Mu wasn't as attractive as Little Zhiyo.
Chen Mu, however, was greedily staring at "Ye Lingyue," watching her carefully eat a fish, her demeanor pure yet enchanting.
"What a demon," Chen Mu coughed.
"Marquis Yue, I'd like to propose a toast to you."
Before he could pass the cup, a hand had already intercepted Chen Mu.
"Princely Heir Chen, Yue'er has already had quite a bit to drink tonight, she can't hold her liquor well, allow me to drink this cup on her behalf," Feng Xun predictably stood in front of "Ye Lingyue."
Chen Mu's face soured.
"Prince Feng, you're being overly protective, it's just a cup of mild alcohol, and besides, I wanted to drink with Marquis Yue. If Prince Feng is interested in drinking with me, I'll host another banquet another day to accommodate the Prince."
