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After a moment.

"No, no, Mom, don't pour it for me, I... I really can't drink it." Qin Ze blushed and blocked the wine bottle with his hand, but Lin Wan gently slapped the back of his hand and snatched the wine bottle away from him.

Qin Ze wanted to stop him, but in a moment of distraction, the wine bottle was already filled, and Lin Wan handed the wine bottle to him with a smile.

Looking at the layer of wine foam in the wine jar, Qin Ze felt bitter in his heart.

From the time he took the first sip of wine to now, he hasn't even taken a few bites of the food, but he has already drunk several glasses of wine. His mother tried all kinds of ways to persuade him to drink, and he had no way of refusing.

Indeed, this wine has a strong taste and an especially outstanding aroma. It is definitely a good wine. In comparison, the barbarian wine he drank last time was almost like strong horse urine. However, no matter how good the wine was, he couldn't drink too much.

After a few drinks, Qin Ze felt light-headed and dizzy. He suddenly remembered that he got drunk in the barbarian tribe last time because of the sentence "Just drink a little."

From this we can see that if you want to drink alcohol at the dinner table, it is absolutely impossible to drink only a little.

He sincerely regretted it.

"Aunt...he can't drink anymore. He can't drink anymore." At this time, a soft voice came from the side.

Qin Ze turned his head slowly and saw a blushing face. It was Zhang Zisheng.

Although she was a guest, Lin Wan still showed no mercy and asked her to drink a few glasses. However, she was a woman after all, so Lin Wan considerately only let her pour a small amount of wine into the cup each time.

But even so, the girl still drank to her heart's content after spending more time together.

The wine not only made her face flush, but even changed the tone of her voice.

Before, her voice was always gentle and soft, like the spring breeze blowing through the willows by the river, but now it has become soft and sticky, like a breeze mixed with drizzle.

"The wine has been poured out. We can't throw it away. He can drink it. It's okay." Lin Wan spoke in a clear and loud voice. Although her cheeks were flushed, this little bit of wine was nothing to her.

After all, Qin Haotian loves drinking, and he always drags her to have a few drinks every time. Over time, although she cannot be said to have a good alcohol tolerance, she is much better than these two people.

"Mom...I'm serious. I can't drink anymore after this cup. I feel dizzy and heavy..." Qin Ze pinched his eyebrows and muttered.

"Aunt... I can't drink anymore. I have to go home. If I go back drunk, my father will definitely scold me..." Zhang Zisheng's cheeks were flushed, and he even saw double when looking at the wine bottle.

"What's the harm? Just stay here for one night. Aren't there any side rooms in the mansion?" Lin Wan said with a smile as she looked at Zhang Zisheng, whose face was flushed.

"No, no, I can't spend the night outside." Zhang Zisheng shook his head like a rattle.

Lin Wan glanced at her son who was busy picking up peanuts, then turned to look at Zhang Zisheng and said with a smile: "That's right, our house is not somewhere else."

"You used to come here often. You've been to all the places in this palace, big and small. I guess you should be as familiar with it as your own home. What's wrong with stopping here for a night?"

Zhang Zisheng still shook her head and said softly, "It really can't be done, aunt."

Seeing her face flushed and her whole body seemed to be softened, Lin Wan smiled even more. She couldn't help but move her chair next to her and whispered to Zhang Zisheng, "What's wrong? Is there some man-eating beast here?"

Being so close, the faint smell of alcohol coming out of Lin Wan's mouth while she was talking made Zhang Zisheng feel even more dizzy, but at this moment she suddenly laughed foolishly:

"Aunt really loves to joke, haha."

As soon as she saw her like this, Lin Wan knew that she was almost drunk, and she immediately looked up at her son who was still eating peanuts.

"Have you had enough peanuts?"

"Huh? What?"

Qin Ze managed to steady his hand and picked up a peanut, but was startled by the sudden question and his arm shook, and the peanut fell into the plate with a plop.

"I'm asking you if you've eaten enough peanuts." Lin Wan said angrily.

Qin Ze burped and said with a drunken smile: "No."

"I was just drinking and didn't eat much food." As he spoke, he put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but grab some peanuts with his hands.

"Don't eat yet." Lin Wan patted his hands and continued:

"You are now the ruler of a country, holding great power. You must be benevolent and treat the people well from now on. Do you understand?"

"I know." Qin Ze agreed casually.

"Okay, I hope you don't forget what I said today. On behalf of the people of the world, I'd like to toast you first." While speaking, Lin Wan pushed the dizzy Zhang Zisheng with her arm.

Then she held up the wine bottle and faced Qin Ze. Zhang Zisheng had no choice but to pick up the wine bottle and stand up.

Qin Ze felt helpless, but he knew he had to drink the wine, so he had to pick up the wine bottle, barely stood up, tried his best to keep a solemn face, and said seriously: "Okay, mother, I promise you!"

"Okay, let's drink this cup together." Lin Wan looked at the girl who was already staggering.

Then, the three of them tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their glasses.

As soon as he finished drinking, Qin Ze sat down on the chair with a "bang", while Zhang Zisheng was swaying. Seeing this, Lin Wan hurriedly helped her sit down slowly.

"No...I can't drink anymore. I will vomit if I drink any more." Qin Ze, sitting down in the chair, put his hands on the table and said vaguely.

Lin Wan ignored him and turned to look at Zhang Zisheng who was slumped in the chair and said, "Girl, are you okay?"

"Oh no, I feel dizzy... and so sleepy." Drunk Zhang Zisheng closed his eyes. He didn't want to be polite anymore and spoke directly.

Hearing this, Lin Wan pursed her lips and smiled, and then asked: "Girl, Auntie asks you something, you must tell me the truth."

"What...what's the matter?" Zhang Zisheng still had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, and a smell of alcohol coming out.

"Your father said that the clothes you made at home before were for your loved one. Is that true?" Lin Wan asked her in her ear.

"Well... Dad..."

"Ah?" Lin Wan asked anxiously.

"Why is he telling everyone... I really... Sigh." Zhang Zisheng waved his arms angrily, but his drunken look made him seem like he was acting like a spoiled child.

But after hearing this, Lin Wan felt relieved. She was sure that Zhang Zisheng was concerned about her son, and that was enough.

As for what her son was thinking, Lin Wan knew the general idea without having to guess.

She sat back in the chair and looked at Zhang Zisheng with a smile in her eyes.

Now that his son is the ruler of a country, he will have more than one woman, Jin Changge, and in the harem, the position of queen is of utmost importance.

To become a queen, one must be virtuous, steady and kind-hearted. Not only must she care about her son, but she must also have the ability to assist her son and manage the affairs of the harem for her son.

Jin Changge is certainly a good person, a good woman with integrity, who even dares to go on an assassination mission alone. However, to be a queen, more qualities are needed besides bravery.

Lin Wan didn't understand Jin Changge, but she knew Zhang Zisheng, whom she had watched grow up, well enough.

Although she is a few years older than her son, this is not a flaw but an advantage. She is thoughtful, considerate, and calm, and most importantly, she does not compete.

Then, this is enough to make her her son's queen, and now, she must make her son make up his mind and let him make Zhang Zisheng the queen.

Thinking of this, Lin Wan looked at Zhang Zisheng deeply, then stood up and walked to Qin Ze who was lying on the table.