Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The door of the bedroom was gently closed, and silence returned to the room.

The young man on the couch was still lying quietly, but his misty eyes slowly opened in the darkness, and the drunkenness in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

The strong liquor still burned his limbs, but more importantly, it was eroding the little bit of sanity he had left.

His whole body was numb, and a strange yet familiar shiver ran from his lower abdomen all the way along his spine, causing him to arch his back unconsciously.

He suddenly grabbed the handkerchief that had fallen beside the bed, held it tightly in his hand, and sniffed hard at the scent that belonged to her, as if this would make him feel better.

Sadly, the situation seems to be getting worse.

"Um...Azhi..."

He moaned her name unconsciously, as if begging for something.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sticking a few strands of hair to his skin, making him look disheveled and fragile.

He was overwhelmed by some completely unfamiliar and powerful instinct, which made him unable to think and he could only try his best to fight against the surging and roaring desire in his body.

His breathing became increasingly broken, and intermittent sobs unconsciously escaped from his throat.

The watery light at the end of her slender eyes was not blurry, but more like tears overflowing from being forced into a desperate situation.

When the trembling of his shoulders finally subsided, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He collapsed on the messy bed, his chest heaving violently.

The hall fell into deathly silence again, leaving only the strong smell of alcohol and an indescribable, unsettling aura.

The young man stared blankly at the bed curtains above his head, with only a blank confusion in his hazy, drunken eyes.

He let go of his hand, and the poor handkerchief was already wrinkled beyond recognition.

He seemed to be burned by the wrinkles, and he abruptly turned his eyes away, burying his burning cheeks deep into the pillow.

"……asshole……"

The boy cursed himself with a vague, nasal sound and clenched teeth.

After hiding the handkerchief, perhaps because he was too tired, the last bit of consciousness was completely devoured by the drunkenness.

He fell into a deep sleep in that awkward, curled-up position, and the charming smell in the air gradually dissipated, as if nothing had ever happened.

The next day, just as Gu Qingzhi had said, Feng Zhanye woke up this morning feeling groggy and dizzy. If it weren't for the bowl of sobering soup, he would have had a splitting headache.

In the carriage on the way home, he closed his eyes and rested for a long time before he felt better.

Before meeting the tutor, he washed up again and gradually woke up. He also did not forget to clean the handkerchief he used yesterday. While rubbing the handkerchief, he sighed helplessly.

Why was he the only one who lost control yesterday?

So unfair.

Gu Qingzhi had been standing outside the bedroom door for a while, but she didn't push the door open yet.

She had originally planned to go to Changyi Casino today and talk to Feng Zhanye about the candidates for secret guards she had in mind, but as soon as she stood here, she couldn't help but think of the unsettling thing that happened yesterday.

Although she knew that he was drunk, she still felt weird facing him.

Never mind, if she sticks her head out, she will be in danger. Adhering to the idea that business is the most important thing, she knocked on the door gently.

"Come in."

The boy's voice was the same as always. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The young man's chest was facing me.

She almost bumped into him and unconsciously took two steps back. The discomfort in her heart made her expression even more serious.

The boy blinked at her, his expression normal, as if he had no memory of what happened yesterday.

"Sister Azhi, why don't you just come in?"

Gu Qingzhi choked for a moment and didn't open her mouth until after a while.

"I...thought you might need to rest for a while after coming back, and I was afraid to disturb you."

The boy smiled and let her into the house, pointing to the handkerchief hanging nearby.

"I'm much better now. I just felt unwell yesterday and accidentally soiled your handkerchief. I just washed it. If Sister Azhi doesn't mind, I'll give you mine as compensation."

Gu Qingzhi wanted to say that she didn't mind, but seeing that he insisted on stuffing his silk into her hands, she had no choice but to take it.

The two of them suddenly fell silent, and an extremely awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Then, they both spoke at the same time.

Feng Zhanye: “That’s right!”

Gu Qingzhi: "Oh, there's something..."

After a brief silence, Feng Zhanye laughed, "Sister Azhi, please speak first."

Gu Qingzhi nodded slightly, not bothering to be polite with him: "I have made some progress on the matter of the secret guards."

"Tell me."

The young man led her to a chair and sat her down. He picked up the strong tea on the table and took a sip, trying to cheer himself up.

"You've just established your government. If you recruit a large number of soldiers, you might give people a reason to criticize you. The more secret guards you have, the easier it is for someone with ulterior motives to sneak in, and the less effective it will be. Rather than giving others leverage, it's better to streamline the number of people and focus on quality."

"That makes sense." Feng Zhanye nodded in understanding. "Then does Sister Azhi have a choice?"

Gu Qingzhi nodded, took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and handed it to him.

The young man unfolded it and saw a sentence written on it: Everyone has his own strengths, and they complement each other's weaknesses. Everyone performs his duties and remains loyal.

These four sentences describe everything he needs. If there is anyone in this world who can understand him like this, it can only be Gu Qingzhi.

"I've already contacted two people, one of whom specializes in mechanical devices and the other in hidden weapons. One is a palace guard, and the other is Pei Xie, who has already agreed to join. The others are in Changyi Casino, and we'll have an answer in the next two days."

Gu Qingzhi picked up the kettle on the table and poured him another cup of hot tea while roughly telling him about her plan.

When she raised her eyes, she saw him twisting the piece of paper in his hand, his eyes following her movements of pouring tea on her hand.

Suddenly remembering something, Gu Qingzhi seemed to be burned by that gaze, and her hands trembled inexplicably. She quickly put the pot on the table, took two steps back and put her whole hands behind her back.

"By the way, Ah Ye, what did you want to tell me just now?"

She really couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere and quickly changed the subject.

Feng Zhanye withdrew his gaze, looked at her and chuckled softly, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask, I was drunk yesterday, didn't I do anything strange?"

"of course not……"

It was almost a subconscious retort. Looking at the boy's smiling face, Gu Qingzhi felt even more uneasy.

"That's it..."

The boy nodded thoughtfully and returned to his nonchalant expression.

"It's up to Sister Azhi to decide who to choose. I trust your choice. If you need anything, just tell me and I'll take care of it."

For some reason, the more he looked like this, the more uneasy Gu Qingzhi felt. She mechanically nodded, said "OK", and hurried out.

In the bedroom behind him, the young man narrowed his slender eyes slightly, looking at the receding figure, his knuckles gently brushed across his fair and plump lips, and a hoarse smile slipped out of his throat.

"Maybe... we need to work harder..."

The star-like mole on the bridge of the nose gradually emerged from the shadow of the hair, exuding an inexplicable charm.