Pei Chengye opened his eyes, released the maid in front of him, turned around, and frowned, "What is he here for?"
"The Fourth Prince did not say, does the Second Prince want to see him?" the butler asked.
"Have him come over." Pei Chengye let out a cold smile, then wrapped his arm around the maid and sat down on a stone bench nearby, picking up a wine jug and pouring it into her mouth.
The maid, unable to refuse, cringed as the fiery sensation made her frown tightly.
Pei Jingyi, following the butler, arrived at the pavilion and immediately saw Pei Chengye's intimate actions with the maid. He slightly raised his eyebrow, his expression darkening a few shades.
"Second brother, do you truly intend to continue this degenerate way?"
"Ha, otherwise what? The victor becomes king, and the loser a bandit. Now that I am trapped in this residence, what else can I do?" Pei Chengye looked on with a mocking smile, his tone indifferent and calm.
