After being sentenced to death, she came to her senses.

Fang Xiaoran was enjoying a pleasant conversation with Gu Yuqing, and accidentally drank a little too much alcohol. However, she did not expect the alcohol to be so strong. After only half a cup, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gradually became hazy.

Gu Yuqing noticed her unusual behavior, frowned slightly, and gently pressed her wrist as she was about to raise her glass again, saying softly, "This wine has a strong aftereffect, don't drink it."

"It's alright." Fang Xiaoran pushed his hand away, picked up her wine glass and took another sip, then shook her head with a smile, her voice slightly drunk: "I sometimes want to get drunk too."

She rarely felt so relaxed, especially after her rebirth. She was always on edge, with grudges, things she had to do, and resentment and unwillingness towards her past life. But in the end, she didn't ask for much, and unfortunately, she often couldn't get what she wanted.

Occasionally, she would try to numb herself with alcohol.

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Gu Yuqing did not stop her anymore. He took the jade wine pot and poured her another cup, saying, "Then I'll get drunk with you."

Outside the window, snow fell silently, while inside, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the slightly tipsy faces of the two.

Fang Xiaoran took the wine glass, her fingertips gently stroking the rim. Her eyes misted over, like morning mist in the mountains, slightly cool yet revealing a glimmer of dawn.

"Gu Yuqing, I really can't see through you at all. You're sitting right in front of me, but I feel like I'm looking at flowers through a fog, unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood..."

As she became intoxicated, Fang Xiaoran's eyes became hazy, and the mist in her eyes made it seem as if she were looking at Gu Yuqing with an extra layer of fog, making him appear extremely unreal. Only her captivating peach blossom eyes remained bright and radiant.

"Perhaps there is no such thing as true or false. What you see is the most authentic me." Gu Yuqing's thin lips moved slightly, a smile hidden in the corner of his eyes. His peach blossom eyes, tinged with the smell of alcohol, were even more charming and mysterious.

"Is that so?" Fang Xiaoran picked up her wine glass again and drank the wine in one gulp. "Perhaps it's as you say."

"You're drunk." Seeing the shimmering tears in her eyes, Gu Yuqing spoke softly, but she smiled, "Isn't that a good thing?"

As night deepened and the heavy snow continued, the streets gradually quieted down, with only the lanterns under the eaves of the inn swaying gently in the wind and snow, casting a dim yellow glow.

Fang Xiaoran's intoxication deepened. She leaned lazily against the window, gazing at the swirling snow outside, and murmured, "In my past life... I never saw snow like this before."

Gu Yuqing's eyes flickered slightly as he turned to look at her: "Past life?"

She paused for a moment, then shook her head and chuckled, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice: "...I misspoke, it was before."

Gu Yuqing smiled and didn't delve into it further.

After taking the last sip of wine, Fang Xiaoran felt dizzy and almost couldn't walk steadily, while Gu Yuqing remained as clear-headed as ever, as if the wine had no effect on him at all.

The distance from Millennium Tower to the Marquis's residence wasn't too far, but Fang Xiaoran insisted on seeing snow, so Gu Yuqing told Xiao Shitou to drive slowly. The carriage slowly passed through the quiet market, and Fang Xiaoran, like a child, stretched out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes.

Snow was brought in by the cold wind through the car window and accidentally fell all over their heads. Fang Xiaoran turned around and looked at the frost on Gu Yuqing's black hair in a daze, and suddenly smiled.

"I don't actually like snow..."

That year, she died in the first snow. Her blood stained the snow-covered ground red, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow. She vaguely remembered that it was a sword to the throat, swift and clean. To this day, she still doesn't know who that person was.

But why would she think of that incident at this time? Was it because of the first snow?

Her smile froze on her face, replaced by an unyielding resentment. In the end, she said nothing, simply turning her head and silently lowering the carriage curtain.

"Looks like I really am drunk..."

"Let's go back, I'm sleepy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long whip slashed through the air, and the sound of horses neighing filled the air. The carriage suddenly accelerated and sped away through the quiet street.

As the night passed, the snow stopped, and the faint sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on Fang Xiaoran's eyebrows and eyelashes.

She frowned slightly, the dull ache of a hangover spreading through her mind, and her consciousness gradually returned.

Fragments of memories from last night surfaced before my eyes: the snowy night, the wine cup, Gu Yuqing's deep, captivating eyes, and his warm, moist breath near my ear...

She suddenly opened her eyes, her heart pounding.

No way……

Everyone says drinking leads to trouble, could it be that she and Gu Yuqing...?

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Fang Xiaoran's heart, and she immediately sat up. The bed next to her was empty, but there were obvious signs that someone had lain there, especially the clothes scattered all over the floor.

Fang Xiaoran's breath hitched, and her fingertips trembled slightly as she lifted the covers.

Her face turned pale instantly, and a chill ran down her spine.

Her fingertips gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white.

I actually...

Last night's blurry images flooded back like a tide. She vaguely remembered that she had grabbed Gu Yuqing's collar, pressed him down on the bed, and traced his Adam's apple with her fingertips. His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he let her do whatever she wanted, only grabbing her wrist at the last moment.

The soft, intimate breathing sounds between the two were clearly audible in her ears, causing the tips of her ears to involuntarily flush red.

Although they were husband and wife and their sexual relations were in accordance with propriety, they had not yet reached that point, and an unexpected change occurred because of drunkenness.

Fang Xiaoran couldn't help but facepalm. The key issue was that she had taken the initiative herself, and she couldn't explain herself no matter how reasonable she was.

This kind of incident must never happen again; let's just pretend it never happened.

Thinking of this, she quickly got up, changed her clothes, and cleaned up the scene as fast as possible.

"Boom boom boom——"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Then Qinglan shouted, "Are you trying to kill me? The young master said that the princess was probably exhausted last night and should rest a little longer. Why are you still knocking on the door?"

"But it's already noon, the young mistress must be hungry." The maid said with some resentment. She was sent by Jiang Yuke, who said that Qingxin Residence was short-handed and they were not being taken care of properly, so she specially sent a few old women and maids over.

Fang Xiaoran didn't care about these people. She didn't have any secrets she was afraid of being found out. Even if there was an informant, it didn't matter. In any case, Fang Xiaoran already knew about the matter of the hair tied up with green silk, so she wouldn't make the same mistake. Moreover, sending people here would make it convenient for her to carry out her plans.

"So what if it's noon? If the princess is hungry, she will get up naturally. Why do you care so much?" Qinglan's tone was unpleasant, but judging from her words, she probably knew quite a bit about what happened last night.

Fang Xiaoran shook her head helplessly. While the two were arguing, she opened the door, glanced at Qinglan first, and then looked at the maid. She said indifferently, "Do my makeup."

Upon hearing this, the maid nodded quickly, "Yes."

"Aren't you going to rest for a while?" Qinglan stared blankly at Fang Xiaoran, asking with concern in her eyes, but there was clearly a hint of ill intent in her smile. Fang Xiaoran immediately swept a cold glint in her eyes and said, "It seems you've been too idle lately. It's time to find something to do."

"I'm very busy, so I won't bother you any longer."

Qinglan was so frightened that she turned and ran away, afraid of being called back.

Of course, Fang Xiaoran was just trying to scare her; she wouldn't actually assign her any tasks.

"Young Madam, Madam said you must attend the afternoon tea today," the maid said softly as she combed Fang Xiaoran's hair.

Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoran nodded slightly.

Yesterday's family dinner didn't happen, but it seems Jiang Yuke is still not giving up.

This also shows how much she cares about her son. Of course, the main purpose is to show others that her son is exceptionally outstanding and incomparable to others.

Although Shang Lingzhu lives on the island in the middle of the lake and doesn't care about worldly affairs, the two are clearly competing in secret. However, Fang Xiaoran always felt that Shang Lingzhu's ambitions were not in this area, and it seemed more like Jiang Yuke was targeting her one-sidedly.

However, these are their own affairs, and Fang Xiaoran does not want to get involved.