Transmigrated Female Official

When Chu Qingluo arrived at Zhuqing Courtyard, she discovered that Ji Qiran had not left yet and was sitting at the table drinking with Chu Yilin.

"Seventh Prince." She gave a slight curtsy.

Her face was rosy, her hair slightly damp, and she exuded a faint fragrance. It was clear she had just bathed. Ji Qiran felt a jolt in his heart and silently gasped a few times.

"Third Sister, come, come, sit here." Chu Yilin's face was even redder than Chu Qingluo's at this moment, and he invited her to sit between the two of them. He had invited her here because he remembered Chu Qingluo's hearty drinking at Yibin Pavilion that day. Pointing to a jar of wine on the table, he said, "You're in for a treat today. This Daughter's Red is top-notch, a century-old vintage." He said this with a look of pure delight.

As soon as Chu Qingluo entered, she smelled the aroma of wine and couldn't wait to try it. "Where did Second Brother get this good stuff?"

Chu Yilin poured her a glass of wine: "It was a gift from someone."

Ji Qiran, who was standing to the side, took a sip of his drink and joked, "With your second brother's dashing and heroic appearance, does he need someone to deliver things to him?"

"Ha—" Chu Qingluo covered her nose and laughed, she wholeheartedly agreed with Ji Qiran's words.

Unrestrained and romantic, leaving a trail of broken hearts everywhere, only Chu Yilin fits this description.

At this moment, Chu Yilin was already a bit carried away. He waved his hand and laughed, "Qi Ran, stop teasing me. You're the same. You just got rid of one troublesome one, and now you're surrounded by Yao Man."

After saying this, Ji Qiran's face stiffened. Chu Yilin realized that he had misspoke while drunk and immediately raised his glass to apologize: "I misspoke, I misspoke. I'll drink this first."

Ji Qiran remained silent, gently clinked glasses with him, and the two drank it all in one gulp.

With such a huge piece of gossip laid out in front of Chu Qingluo, how could she not pick it up? She asked curiously, "Yao Man?! A fourth-rank official?"

A dashing and beautiful woman, Ji Qiran is truly blessed with good fortune...

"You misheard me." Ji Qiran glanced at her unhappily, his voice slightly cold.

"How could that be? My hearing is perfectly fine! And who was that troublesome person up ahead?" she persisted.

Hearing only half of the gossip is pure torture.

"Pfft—" Before Chu Yilin could cover his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of wine! He wanted to laugh but dared not, his face contorted in pain as he coughed incessantly.

Ji Qiran was almost splashed by the wine he sprayed. She frowned and glared at him before he said with a hidden smile, "Let's not talk about that. Come on, Third Sister, have a taste." After saying that, he raised his glass to Chu Qingluo.

"Tch! Stingy!" Chu Qinglu rolled her eyes in displeasure, clinked glasses with Chu Yilin, and downed her drink in one gulp.

He also swallowed the curiosity that had been piqued within him!

The strong liquor, with its spicy sensation, can instantly make you forget all your troubles...

In one word, cool!

Before Chu Qingluo arrived, the two of them had already been drinking for quite a while. They only truly enjoyed themselves after finishing off the aged daughter's red wine.

At this moment, Chu Yilin had already passed out on the table, unconscious. Ji Qiran's eyes were red, and he looked quite dazed.

Chu Qingluo used all her strength to help Chu Yilin up and try to get him to the bed next to her. But he was so drunk that he was as heavy as a thousand-pound cauldron! She had to use every ounce of her strength.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—" He had only taken two steps when he fell flat on his back, causing Chu Qingluo to almost fall flat on her face too!

She sighed heavily, took the bedding from the bed, and placed it under Chu Yilin.

Fortunately, it wasn't cold that day, so letting him sleep on the ground for the night would probably be fine, so she decided not to trouble her attendants any further. Chu Qingluo made up her mind to ignore him.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Qiran, who was sitting in his seat, had disappeared.

She rushed out the door and saw his tall figure staggering down the corridor. She quickly followed, wanting to support him: "Where are you going?"

"No need, no need." Ji Qiran shook off her hand and continued walking forward: "I can walk to Heqing Courtyard."

Heqing Courtyard is a separate courtyard specially prepared by the Chu family for guests, and Ji Qiran seems to be a regular guest.

"Alright, alright, go ahead." It's better to save her the effort!

Chu Qingluo followed silently behind him, intending to wait until he went inside before returning.

"Clang-"

A soft sound rang out in the darkness; Ji Qiran, who was walking ahead, had dropped something without even realizing it.

Chu Qingluo stepped forward and picked it up. In the moonlight, she discovered it was a jade pendant shaped like a Pixiu, so she put it away for him.

Hearing the commotion, the male attendant in the courtyard came out to greet her: "Miss?"

"The Seventh Prince is drunk. Go and fetch a pot of warm water," she ordered.

"Okay." The man quickly walked towards the small kitchen...

Ji Qiran stepped into the house, but the threshold tripped him. Chu Qingluo quickly reached out to support him. Just as she was about to let go after he regained his balance, he grabbed her and wouldn't let go.

A pair of dark, deep eyes were staring at her with an ambiguous expression...

"Miss, the warm water is here." The male attendant also entered the room and happened to see this scene... He silently placed the teapot on the table and then left, tactfully closing the door behind him.

"..." Chu Qingluo was speechless.

His grip was very strong, and her arm, which he was holding, hurt slightly. "Let go—" she tried to break free.

Ji Qiran not only didn't let go, but instead cleverly pulled her, pressed her shoulder with his other hand, and leaned down to kiss her red lips...

The rich aroma of wine enveloped her instantly! The heat on her lips gave her a strangely familiar feeling?

Chu Qingluo froze, momentarily forgetting to react...

When she came to her senses, she pushed him away forcefully, only to find a wicked smile flashing across his face.

"You...!" She immediately wanted to kick him hard!

But then he put on a... tender expression?!

That switch... was absolutely Oscar-worthy!

Forget it! What kind of nonsense can you get from a drunkard?

She angrily wiped her mouth, poured him a glass of warm water, and turned around. He clung to her like a leech, this time pulling her into his arms!

The water from Chu Qingluo's teacup spilled directly onto the two of them...

Thank goodness the water wasn't too hot!!!

"Ji Qiran!" She gasped, finding his drinking manners quite appalling.

His body sank, and he buried his head in her shoulder: "Qingluo..."

Her jade-like neck felt his steady breath, which sent a shiver down her spine.

His lips pressed boldly against her earlobe, and he murmured, "Didn't you say...you loved me?...How could you forget?"

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