Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

But after three rounds of drinking, Murong Xuan was still sober, calm and gentle.

However, Shen Xiyue started dancing and became a chatterbox who started telling stories:

"Once upon a time...

"There was an eagle. In order to teach its young eagle how to fly, it kicked the young eagle off a cliff while it was sleeping...Oh my head, my head is flying with the young eagle!"

Murong Xuan widened his eyes with an amused look on his face.

Lord Shen and Madam Shen looked at each other, feeling slightly awkward.

After all, the noble ladies in the capital are all dignified, polite, gentle and virtuous. Xiyue was so drunk that she laughed and talked without restraint, was full of energy, and showed her emotions as she pleased, which was really rude.

But no one could persuade her, because no one expected that after those two glasses of wine, Shen Xiyue got drunk.

Actually, Shen Xiyue could drink quite well, but the rice wine and fruit wine she drank in the past could not compare to the strong liquor that Lord Shen brought from Western Xinjiang.

Shuangye hurriedly felt her pulse and found nothing wrong, so Hongmei went to make some sobering soup for her.

Shen Xiyue was still holding her head, staggering from side to side: "My head, my head!"

Murong Xuan was closest to her, so he reached out and grabbed the back of her head.

His slender fingers ran into her hair, pressing her scalp little by little to help her relax.

Shen Xiyue really felt relaxed all of a sudden, leaning back slightly, with her head resting in his palm at ease:

"It's landed. It's landed."

She closed her eyes, half asleep and half awake, but finally calmed down.

Murong Xuan chuckled, his eyes full of doting. He had never seen this side of her before. Oh my God, how could she be so cute? His heart was melting.

Mrs. Shen was helpless, considering her daughter had been behaving rudely after getting drunk: "Lvliu, help the princess to rest."

"Yes."

How could Shen Xiyue agree to that?

Not only did she not leave, she even twisted her arms and legs and began to dance the Xijiang dance. She made vague movements of playing the huqin with her hands, and sang the folk song of Xijiang with enthusiasm and joy:

"...the girl played the Huyangqin, and the boy danced the Huxuanwu..."

In her hazy consciousness, she felt as if she had returned to Xinjiang and was dancing around a bonfire with the people on the street.

Murong Xuan subconsciously hummed along with her: "Their smiling faces are so bright..."

She was also clap- ing the beat for her with her hands. He had danced this kind of dance with her before when he was in Xinjiang. Now, listening to her singing, he felt as if he had returned to the past.

Lord Shen didn't think much about it and just followed suit with a smile. Madam Shen sighed and felt a pang in her heart. After all the twists and turns, the two children were still together...

She blinked her eyes to force back her tears, reached out to take the wine jug, poured herself another glass of wine, and said vaguely: "You must treat my Xiyue well."

Murong Xuan paused, couldn't help laughing, and said sincerely:

"Madam, please don't say such polite words. I was able to wake up again thanks to Xiyue.

Xiyue saved my life. I am willing to go through fire and water for her, not to mention being good to her."

Mrs. Shen snorted.

What's the matter with saving lives or not? He himself doesn't know what's going on. Why is he pretending with her?

Besides, if he really had to go through fire and water, wouldn't Xiyue be the one who would feel sorry for him?

Shen Xiyue was not satisfied with dancing alone, so she reached out to pull Murong Xuan.

After pulling him up from the chair, she first spun around on his arm, brushing her fragrant black hair across his face, and looked at him with her misty peach blossom eyes. Suddenly, she called out, "What a blessing!"

"Brother Xuan."

Murong Xuan's eyes lit up. That's what she had called him for those five years.

Lord Shen and Madam Shen were also startled by the words "Brother Xuan". Could it be that Xiyue was remembering the past?

But then he thought again, Xiyue is already grown up, and it is understandable that she recalls the past, so he felt relieved and cursed Duke Qin in his heart.

Murong Xuan took in the expressions of the two men calmly. He was suspicious in his heart, but did not show it on his face.

When Shen Xiyue finished dancing, Murong Xuan helped her sit back on the chair, sweating all over. "Today is New Year's Eve, can you take a break? Let's sit together as a family and talk. After midnight, I'll give you a generous gift, okay?"

"Hurrah."

Shen Xiyue nodded obediently. Her mind was wandering and all her judgments were based on her heart. What this person said was very much to her liking, so she listened.

Mrs. Shen was simply too embarrassed to watch. Okay, okay, you don’t want to listen to your mother, so you should listen to him, right?

After drinking the sobering soup, Shen Xiyue finally sobered up a bit. The family sat together and talked lively, cherishing such moments especially.

It was not until I watched the fireworks at midnight and felt so sleepy that I decided to go to bed.

After taking a bath, Shen Xiyue fell onto the soft bed. Just as she closed her eyes, Murong Xuan, who was supposed to be settled back in the Prince's Mansion, appeared in her room quietly again.

He sat beside her bed, stretched out his hand, and the cool dragon-patterned jade pendant hung down, gently touching her face: "Don't sleep yet, I have something to tell you."