The night deepens with an increasingly intense charm, and the bonfire casts a blazing red glow. The smoke curls gently, and Shen Hua warms herself by the fire, the comfort making her eyes squint contentedly.
The girl leans lazily, devoid of any grace, yet she is exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
The wine here is of low proof. She drank a lot, yet still remains sober.
Cui Yun uses a handkerchief to wipe Cui Rong's greasy little mouth, then checks the time. In a gentle voice, he says, "We need to start our journey back to Shengjing tomorrow, it will be several days of travel by carriage, let's rest early."
"What do you mean go! I, Princely Heir, have humbly poured you wine, and you haven't even taken a sip!"
Cui Yun lifts the wine cup with a composed expression. His fingers, like jade, he gently raises his unemotional eyes, his voice is mellow and pleasant.
"Congratulations, Princely Heir."
