Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

An unfamiliar middle-aged eunuch walked quickly to Chu Ziyu's seat, bowed and whispered.

The voice happened to be heard by Lin Ci'an who was standing by: "Third Prince, Lady Liu was worried that Your Highness was drunk and exhausted, so she sent this servant here.

Your Highness, please move to the warm room on the east side of Yongxiang to rest for a while. The sobering soup is ready.

The nobleman ordered that he must see with his own eyes that His Highness is well.

(Oh? Changed location?)

6872 spoke quickly, "It was the head nanny beside Concubine Liu who reminded her!

The image was projected in front of Chu Ziyu by 6872: "Master, if the incident happens directly in His Highness's bedroom, the traces will be too obvious, which may arouse His Majesty's suspicion and make him think that our young lady did it intentionally... and even implicate you in the conspiracy.

It would be better to let His Highness "accidentally" enter the warm room where Miss Wanru is temporarily resting. If the story gets out later, it will just be said that His Highness got drunk and strayed, and the lady was frightened. It will be a romantic story, which will be more appropriate for the reputation of both His Highness and the lady.'"

(Oh, what a ‘romantic story’, what a ‘good reputation’.)

Chu Ziyu sneered even more in his heart.

(He wants to sell his daughter for fame and build a memorial archway for himself at the same time. His calculations are really loud.)

"So Concubine Liu agreed immediately!"

6872 continued, "They urgently moved Liu Wanru from the main hall of your bedroom to the east warm room of Yongxiang!

Everything has been set up there, waiting for you to "accidentally" break into Liu Wanru's warm room when the drug takes effect."

Chu Ziyu's heart remained unchanged, but his face showed just the right amount of fatigue and a hint of appreciation for his mother's care.

He nodded slightly, his voice slightly hoarse from the alcohol, "Thank you for your concern, mother. I do feel a little dizzy. You lead the way."

He stood up, his body swaying slightly, seemingly unable to handle the alcohol.

The eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to support him, but Chu Ziyu seemed to have avoided him unintentionally.

Instead, he turned sideways and extended his hand (right hand) to Lin Ci'an, who was still sitting at the table, his face flushed and his eyes a little dazed and distracted.

"Ci An,"

His tone was filled with sincere concern, "You seem quite drunk, it might not be appropriate for you to go back alone.

If you don't mind, come with me to sober up before you leave? I have some excellent sobering stones."

This proposal is reasonable.

Lin Ci'an was a "meritorious official" and was obviously "drunk". The prince expressed his concern and invited him to go with him to sober up, and no one could find any fault with him.

It can even demonstrate Chu Ziyu's virtue of being grateful and considerate to his subjects.

The eunuch sent by Concubine Liu was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect that the Third Prince would invite others, which might disrupt the plan.

But as a servant, he did not dare to question his master's decision, so he had to lower his head and answer "yes".

Lin Ci'an was already conscious at this moment.

(This is just the imperial wine from the palace banquet… although it’s strong, it shouldn’t be this strong… When did my alcohol tolerance become so poor?)

I just felt top-heavy and the world was spinning.

Hearing and vision become blurred.

Chu Ziyu's voice seemed to come through a layer of water, and he only heard the word "sober up".

I instinctively resisted this feeling of being out of control and wanted to grab something.

He looked vaguely at the hand stretched out in front of him, and without much thought, he subconsciously took it.

His palms were burning, but his fingertips were trembling.

Chu Ziyu grasped his incredibly hot hand, and the heat from his fingertips made his eyes dim slightly.

(The drug is taking effect.)

He exerted force on his hands and pulled Lin Ci'an up from the seat. Lin Ci'an's steps were unsteady, and he was leaning most of his weight on Chu Ziyu.

Chu Ziyu's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment while he was supporting himself - the force of Lin Ci'an's fall inevitably squeezed the burn on his left arm.

A sharp pain pierced his mind, causing cold sweat to instantly break out on his forehead and his face turned even paler.

But the arm he held around Lin Ci'an was as steady as a rock, without any loosening, and he even adjusted his posture.

It allowed Lin Ci'an to lean more comfortably and also reduced the pressure on his injured left arm.

He addressed the eunuch in a calm tone, yet with an unquestionable command: "Let's go. Mr. Lin is very drunk, so we need to walk slowly."

The eunuch had no choice but to lead the way.

Chu Ziyu half-supported and half-carried the unconscious Lin Ci'an, and followed the eunuchs, walking slowly in the corridor where the palace lanterns were swaying.

Lin Ci'an's cheek was almost touching Chu Ziyu's neck, and his hot breath sprayed on the other's slightly cool skin.

(What smell...)

Lin Ci'an's confused brain struggled to identify.

(Medicine? He... is still taking medicine? No... still...)

The smell of medicine and dryness not only failed to sober him up, but mixed with the elegance and luxury of ambergris, formed an even more bizarre temptation.

This taste belongs to Chu Ziyu.

It was the emperor who was high above him, played him in the palm of his hand, and ultimately gave him a desperate death.

It was the person who was supporting him at this moment.

Hatred and a twisted desire, fueled by the effects of the drug, clashed violently again.

(…Hate…this smell…)

(…But…why…does it smell…good…?)

(Cool...)

This was the last relatively clear thought in his confused consciousness.

(Holding...will make me feel more comfortable...)