My eunuch An is a yandere

At the wedding banquet, Chen Tong drank another glass of wine, and the flames in his heart rose higher.

Bai Liang called this brat and said he was bringing a bowl of sweet soup to his sister and would be back soon, so he asked him to hold on for a while.

He's already had more than twenty glasses of wine, and this bastard hasn't come back yet.

"Chen Tong, are you not able to do it? This is how your brother-in-law drinks on behalf of the groom, three cups equal one. If it really doesn't work, let's go to the bridal chamber and drag Master Bai out."

"That's right. It's not even the wedding night yet. Prince Bai shouldn't be too impatient."

Everyone at this table was Chen Tong's acquaintance. They joked around a bit but didn't really move.

But Chen Tong also knew that Bai Liangchuan had been on the run for too long. His drinking wasn't a big deal; he was worried that Bai Liangchuan wouldn't know the seriousness of the situation and would do something he shouldn't do at this moment, causing his sister to be ridiculed for being naive and to have a reputation as a seductress that he would never be able to hold up his head again.

"I'm going to run some water and see if the prince has passed out somewhere. You all know how much he can drink. He'll be drunk after just three cups."

Chen Tong could only say that Bai Liangchuan had a poor alcohol tolerance, and he definitely couldn't say that he was tripped by the bride. After saying that, he put down his glass and was about to go pee, but someone from another table didn't know what was good for him and insisted on coming up to him and pestering him for another drink.

During the struggle, Bai Liangchuan finally returned with Bai Shan. He was neatly dressed, his cheeks flushed, and there was nothing wrong with him except that he had been gone for a while.

"Sorry, I can't hold my liquor very well, so I need to sober up a bit before I can come out. I'm sorry for neglecting you all."

"It's okay, it's okay. Today is the prince's wedding night, so you can't get drunk and pass out."

When Chen Tong saw the person, his irritable heart finally calmed down. He was glad that his sister would not be gossiped about.

In the bridal chamber, Chen Xinxin straightened her wedding crown and went to her dressing table to put on some lip balm. Bai Liangchuan had eaten all her lip balm, and if she was caught making trouble in the bridal chamber later, she would be too embarrassed to face anyone.

It was at this time that Zhang Ying knocked on the door.

"Xinxin, I'm here to see you."

"Aying."

Chen Xinxin patted her face guiltily and turned around to receive the guests.

"Here, a wedding gift for you."

Zhang Ying took out the gift he had prepared for Chen Xinxin and looked at the bride with curiosity.

"This is the first time I've seen a bride. She's so beautiful. When I get married, I want to make a wedding crown like this."

It was difficult to continue this topic because the person Zhang Ying liked was not suitable for her. Fortunately, Zhang Ying did not continue this topic.

After sitting with Chen Xinxin for a while, Zhang Ying left when he saw that it was almost time.

Although she came to the Marquis' Mansion with her father, as Chen Xinxin's good friend, she should have gone to the Chen Mansion. But today she wanted to see An Cheng, who, as An Jiu's brother, had also received an invitation from the Marquis' Mansion.

Zhang Ying returned to the banquet in the front yard and subconsciously looked for An Cheng, and happened to see him getting up and leaving.

He was merely a favor from the Marquisate, not an important guest, and had come only to deliver Anjiu's gift. After the excitement was over, he should leave.

However, due to An Jiu's status, it is not appropriate for him to attend such a wedding banquet, so as not to make others uncomfortable.

When Zhang Ying saw her lover leave, she couldn't stay any longer, so she said goodbye to her father and followed him.

As An Cheng left the Marquis' Mansion, he heard a woman calling him from behind. It was Zhang Ying's voice.

"Doctor An, what a coincidence."

An Cheng turned around and bowed to Zhang Ying.

"Miss Zhang."

He had already met Zhang Ying at the banquet, and the two of them nodded to each other from a distance. It was really not a coincidence.

"Doctor An, are you going home?"

"It's getting late, Miss Zhang should go back early."

It gets dark early in late autumn, which is not suitable for a girl to walk alone.

"Then Dr. An, can you take me home?"

Zhang Ying was a little afraid of being rejected, so he lowered his head after he finished speaking.

An Cheng frowned slightly, thinking of the strict separation of men and women in melon fields and plum trees, but it was not appropriate to let Miss Zhang walk alone at night.

"Where are Miss Zhang's family members?"

"I came here by myself, but I didn't expect that after talking a few more words with the Crown Prince's wife, it was already dark."

"Miss Zhang, please go ahead. An will be right behind you."

Zhang Ying opened his mouth and wanted to say that we could walk side by side.

But no matter how free and easy-going she was, she was still a girl. She had already used up all her courage to initiate a conversation to this point. She couldn't bring herself to say anything bolder to An Cheng.

The two of them walked towards the General's Mansion, one in front and one behind, at a distance. They didn't notice that among the many carriages parked outside the mansion, there was a pitch-black carriage.

An Jiu lifted the car curtain and watched his elder brother silently following a woman away, with a look of realization on his face.

By the way, his eldest brother is still single, but it was too dark and he couldn’t see what the woman in front looked like. He wondered what type his eldest brother liked.

An Jiu was curious for a rare moment, so he got off the carriage and followed the two of them from a distance.

Learning martial arts has many benefits. You can kill people, protect yourself, and have sharp ears and eyes to listen to gossip.

An Jiu was following far behind, and judging from the vague shadow, he guessed that the woman in front must have some skills.

Could it be that Big Brother likes tough guys now? Has his taste changed after being in exile for a few years?

An Jiu was still guessing when he heard faint sobbing sounds carried by the wind into his ears.

Tsk, why are you crying again? Look at his elder brother, he is still walking steadily, did he really not hear it, or did he not care at all.

It can be said that Anjiu's heart in this life is still a bit softer than in the previous life. He especially can't bear to see young couples forced to separate and miss their marriage.

Then think about it, my eldest brother once had a fiancée, but she saw that the An family was not doing well, so she broke off the engagement with him. Not long after, my eldest brother was exiled for these years, and he missed the age to get married. If he didn't get married, he would be a bachelor.

As a younger brother, he had to do something since he encountered this situation.

Thinking of this, he took out a dime and threw it at the woman in front of him.

With a whoosh sound, An Cheng only felt a faint stream of light passing by his side in the dark night, and Zhang Ying in front of him suddenly fell to the ground with a cry.

An Cheng's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, running over in two steps at a time.

"Miss Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

"I think I sprained my ankle."

An Jiu looked at his elder brother from behind, who seemed a little flustered, and thought that it didn't seem like he was completely unintentional. He gave up the idea of ​​watching any further, turned around, and kept his achievements and fame to himself.

If he succeeds in the future, he will be considered doing good deeds every day.

In the darkness, An Cheng squatted on the ground, looking a little depressed.

Without enough light, he couldn't judge the extent of Zhang Ying's injury, but she insisted that she had sprained her foot and couldn't move, which was very troublesome.

There will be a curfew immediately. If they are caught by the patrol, both of them will be in trouble.

"Miss Zhang, if you really can't leave, I will have no choice but to offend you."

"I'm sorry to trouble Dr. An."

Zhang Ying, who had just been feeling depressed because An Cheng kept his distance from her, now felt excited again.

Although she didn't know who was plotting against her, she wanted to say to the other person, "Thank you, good man."