Zhongjin didn't speak, just looked at him deeply, picked up the teacup, and took a sip: "No more, I'm getting drunk."
The Crown Prince of Ande raised his eyebrows.
"The Prince is right, getting drunk wouldn't be fun."
"After all, the Prince has come to the residence, and as a minister, I must ensure nothing happens to you."
Zhongjin leaned half against the seat, said nothing, his long eyes half-closed, rendering his expression unclear.
"Did the person brother was looking for get found?"
Zhongjin suddenly asked.
"Almost, in the process of finding them." The Crown Prince of Ande's heart flashed with calculation, unsure of the deeper meaning of his visit this time.
"What about Song Chen? Still not sober?" Mentioning this name, Zhongjin's complexion darkened further, his voice hiding some dissatisfaction.
Such exposed emotions were wholly different from what the Crown Prince of Ande understood, he glanced at the empty liquor pot next to him, his eyes flickered.
