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There was no one in sight, and it was difficult to even see a flying insect.

Sang Luan gritted her teeth, "Feng Hengzhi!"

The night was dark and windy, a cold breeze swept by, and the June evening wind felt on my skin, as if it had seeped into my bones.

Sang Luan couldn't help but shiver, hugged her arms and rubbed them vigorously, then stomped her feet on the spot before feeling a little more comfortable.

Her resentment now surpasses that of ten evil sword immortals combined.

Without a sedan chair, she had no choice but to walk back. Fortunately, she had specifically familiarized herself with the route beforehand; otherwise, even if she started walking now, she might not be able to get back by dawn the next day.

Sang Luan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with fighting spirit.

She looked up at the sky, wondering how Ningning was doing.

Meanwhile, at the Crown Prince's residence.

Meng Youning looked at Qi Ran, who was lying on the ground and refusing to leave, and felt a headache coming on.

She gave Mu Xiang a wink, and Mu Xiang lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.

Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward, bent down slightly, and tried to reach out to help Qi Ran up from the ground.

Suddenly, Qi Ran braced himself on the ground and stood up abruptly, his cheeks still flushed.

His eyes were glazed over. He stretched out a hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Finally, his finger pointed at Meng Youning.

Mu Xiang subconsciously took a step back, glanced at Meng Youning, and said with a troubled expression, "Master, this..."

Seeing Qi Ran's current scoundrel-like appearance, Meng Youning slightly raised her hand and waved it lightly, "You can go down now."

Mu Xiang lowered her head and slowly retreated, saying, "Yes."

Outside Yunyan Pavilion.

Cang Hei paced anxiously back and forth, occasionally craning his neck to look inside.

Upon seeing Mu Xiang, he quickly stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Where is the young master?"

Mu Xiang turned and glanced into the inner room, saying meaningfully, "I'm afraid the young master won't be able to come out tonight."

After saying that, he ignored Cang Hei.

Cang Hei was so anxious he wanted to go in and drag the person out. If the Crown Prince woke up tomorrow and found out he had spent the whole night with the Crown Princess, he would probably tear the whole mansion down.

Inside Yunyan Pavilion.

Qi Ran spun around in one spot before finally coming to a stop.

"Who are you? Get out of the way." Qi Ran narrowed his eyes, his tone quite domineering. "This young master is going to bed. You'd better leave now."

He waved to Meng Youning as he spoke.

Meng Youning gritted her teeth and looked up, about to say, "This is my room," when her gaze suddenly fell on Qi Ran's waist.

Her eyes flickered several times. She remembered that the person in charge of the mansion had a hand seal, which had been kept by Qi Ran before Bai Yueguang was brought back to life.

A smile quickly spread across his lips, and the impatience in his eyes dissipated considerably.

Since the other party is already so drunk, isn't this the perfect opportunity for her to strike?

"Your Highness, didn't you say you would hand over the seal of power to me?" Meng Youning asked softly.

Qi Ran was momentarily dazed. He propped himself up and found a seat. He scratched his head and asked, "Did I say that?"

Meng You's eyes lit up immediately; this reaction clearly meant there was hope.

She lifted her dress up, quickly stepped forward, walked to Qi Ran's side, and then sat down beside him.

"What about the fingerprints?" Qi Ran struggled to open his eyes, trying his best to open them as wide as possible. "You don't even have a certificate with fingerprints on it."

Suddenly, he felt his eyes were extremely tired.

"The paper is here." She narrowed her eyes, and while Qi Ran wasn't paying attention, she took a piece of white paper from the side, casually wrote a few lines on it, and then waved it in front of Qi Ran.

Qi Ran squinted, picked up the note held high, looked at it several times, and then gently shook the note in the air. "This doesn't look right either."

Meng Youning was about to reach out and take it back when she saw Qi Ran take another piece of white paper and write something on it.

Meng Youning only glanced at it before silently waiting to the side.

After a while, Qi Ran handed the paper in his hand to Meng Youning, "Look, this is the complete promise paper."

Meng Youning took it and glanced at it, then was overjoyed, surprised that it went so smoothly.

The next moment, she frowned slightly and sighed.

Qi Ran turned to look at her, "What is it now?"

"Young Master, do you not wish to hand over this palm print to me? I have the document, but where are the fingerprints?"

As she finished speaking, a hint of disappointment seemed to flash across her face.

Qi Ran exclaimed "Ah!" and waved his hand, saying loudly, "What's so difficult about that? Give it to me."

He put his index finger in his mouth and bit it hard, and blood immediately gushed from his fingertip.

A drop of blood flowed down the bottom right corner of the paper, staining it with an unusual color.

Qi Ran lowered his eyes and pressed his right thumb directly onto the drop of blood. In the blink of an eye, when he removed his hand, there was a fingerprint on the paper.

Meng Youning felt that happiness had come too suddenly.

All the tricks she's come up with lately are no match for Qi Rangran getting drunk once.

Her mood improved instantly, and her expression softened considerably when she looked at Qi Ran.

Even if Qi Ran sobers up tomorrow, she has the promise in her hand and isn't afraid that Qi Ran will deny it.

The paper, the fingerprints—now all that's missing is a palm print to complete the set.

After putting the letter away, she moved closer to Qi Ran.

He clasped his hands together and placed them under his chin. "Young Master, where is the seal?"

Qi Ran let out a soft "Ah," turned slightly to the side, and looked dazed.

“I know where that thing you’re talking about is.” He beckoned to Meng Youning. “Come a little closer, and I’ll tell you.”

A hint of suspicion flashed across Meng Youning's face. When her gaze met the other person's clear eyes, she slowly moved closer to him.

Qi Ran chuckled, "Let me tell you, the thing you're looking for is right here..."

Meng Youning immediately held her breath and listened attentively.

Suddenly, Qi Ran frowned and immediately bent over to cover his mouth.

The next moment, he actually started dry heaving in the room.

A hint of disdain flashed in Meng Youning's eyes.

It seems that getting the palm print today will be a bit difficult.

She let out a heavy sigh, rolled up her sleeves, and reached out to help Qi Ran.

Suddenly, Qi Ran looked up and his gaze met Meng Youning's amber eyes.

He blinked, staring intently for a moment.

Her hot breath suddenly sprayed onto her face, mixed with a strong, unpleasant smell of alcohol.

I hadn't noticed before, but looking at him up close, Qi Ran's features look as if they were deliberately sculpted by Nuwa.

Deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and perfectly proportioned facial features.

"Hiccup..." Qi Ran let out a hiccup.

Meng Youning stood up decisively, covered her mouth and nose with her hand, and could not hide the disgust on her face.

He pulled Qi Ran up, "Young Master, it's late, you should go to sleep."

Qi Ran exclaimed and suddenly sat up straight. The next moment, without warning, he collapsed onto the table.