They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

After a morning of wandering around, Jiu was really tired, so she went into a lively-looking winery with the words "Ruhaida" written on the top. The place was bustling with people, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.

Sima Lingchuan, being a young man from a respectable family, was still somewhat unaccustomed to such a noisy place, so Wu Ziyan held his hand and led him to her side.

Inside, there were all sorts of people: some dressed with bare arms and legs, some covered in jingling ornaments, and some who were quite pretty.

They were all gathered around a large round table, as if some kind of competition was taking place inside. As the saying goes, since we're already here, how can we not go in and take a look?

Wu Ziyan squeezed into the crowd, protecting Sima Lingchuan tightly in front of her, preventing anyone from touching him.

I finally squeezed to the front and saw a man from the northern desert drinking with a local. There was a tray covered with a red cloth between them, probably for good luck.

"What are those women doing? What's inside that red cloth?"

"You're from out of town, aren't you? You don't even know this? They hold a drinking contest every month, and the winner gets to take away the prize in the pot. But nobody knows what the prize is, though in the past, it's always been a rare and precious treasure."

[It seems blind boxes are popular in every era; people are just after the thrill!] "How do I participate?"

"With your small frame, saying you can't even finish one bowl is an overestimation!"

"I'm not participating, I'm just asking. I'm mainly curious about what's inside the blind boxes." They watched two women drinking from below the stage, each drinking a bowl, with 18 bowls lined up in front of them.

"How about we try something different today?" said the woman from the Northern Desert who was running the betting service.

"You said."

"We'll spin the knife blindfolded, and whoever the knife points at has to come up and drink for us. How about that? Of course, they get the prize too."

The woman on the other side was clearly hesitant. Who knew if she would win or lose? But this kind of game was definitely more unpredictable than before. However, they still had to do it. The person watching from above agreed: "Do you agree?"

At least half of the onlookers dispersed, but there were still three layers of people surrounding the area, and those who did not leave were assumed to agree.

The man in charge said, "Then I'll go first." He blindfolded himself, forcefully turned the handle of a knife, and the knife spun rapidly before slowing down and pointing at someone in the crowd.

Coincidentally, she pointed to another man from the northern desert. Perhaps people from the border regions tend to be more robust, and this man was no exception. If you looked closely, you could see a scar on his cheek, but his face was handsome, with wheat-colored skin, a pair of almond-shaped eyes, and thin lips, giving him a shrewd look.

The dealer removed the cloth bag covering her face, and upon seeing it, her eyes widened in shock. She paused for a moment, but she didn't make a sound. Instead, she asked the man she was pointing at with her eyes, "Is it alright?"

The woman opposite her clearly noticed her actions, hesitated for a moment, and then laughed and joked, "Why are you afraid to call a man up after you've chosen him?"

The man leaped to the table without showing any fear. The woman who was hosting breathed a slight sigh of relief when the man agreed, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the woman opposite her: "It's your turn, General Xiao!"

It turns out that the two women who drink together here every month are generals stationed on the borders of their respective countries, and their relationship seems to be quite good, since there is indeed no conflict of interest between them.

Upon hearing this, Wu Ziyan quickly covered her face. She had traveled incognito, so he probably hadn't seen what the princess looked like when he returned to court.

Xiao Si blindfolded himself, turned the knife hilt, and pointed the tip directly at Wu Ziyan. At that moment, the entire arena fell silent; all eyes were fixed on Wu Ziyan. Wu Ziyan slowly removed his hand. [The chosen one is me!]

Hearing the silence in the room, Xiao Si pulled the blindfold off her eyes and stared at Wu Ziyan. Her expression changed. This petite woman was not even as good as the man Du Lan had chosen. Was she doomed to lose?

Dulan couldn't suppress the smirk playing on his lips, a defiant glint in his eyes: "What? General Xiao, do you want to find someone else?"

"You! Come up here!" He pointed at Wu Ziyan, clearly unwilling, but he couldn't break the agreement.

"Do you really want me to do this? I can't!" But now everyone was staring at him, and after a moment of silence came shouts: "Go up, go up..."

At this moment, Wu Ziyan finally understood what it meant to kick someone when they're down. She wanted to go up to Sima Lingchuan, but he grabbed her hand and shook his head, his eyes full of worry.

Wu Ziyan nodded, broke free from his hand, and walked to the table. The large bowl was bright and shiny, making her dizzy, and the smell of alcohol was so strong that she couldn't help but take a step back.

At this moment, Xiao Si was already complaining in her heart, "Oh no, he can't even drink alcohol!"

Dulan's lips curled up: "Then let's begin, General Xiao!"

Gritting her teeth, a large hand landed on Wu Ziyan's shoulder. The heavy weight almost made her knees buckle. Xiao Si smiled and said, "Just do your best. Winning or losing isn't important." But her eyes clearly said, "If you dare to lose, I'll kill you!"

【For the tribe, pshaw! For the blind boxes, I'll risk it all!】 Wu Ziyan's hand holding the wine bowl was trembling.

Adal remained expressionless, his eyes revealing no emotion. He gulped down bowl after bowl, his eyes darting around, drinking at least five or six bowls in one go. This was a direct and forceful warning to Wu Ziyan.

Even if this stuff were water, I couldn't drink it! She forced herself to bring the bowl to her lips, the pungent smell of the alcohol filling her nostrils, and tilted her head back to shove the wine into her mouth.

A bittersweet taste filled her mouth, and as she swallowed, it felt like fire was burning her throat. [Damn, this must be around 50 or 60 degrees Celsius!] She frowned and gulped down the bowl.

But the person opposite had already drunk 12 bowls. First, seeing how coy she was, even less than a man, he patted her back "kindly" with his hand.

However, Wu Ziyan could not drink any more after only the fifth bowl. He was dizzy and could only see five or six people at a time. His face was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed. He had just recovered from a serious illness and could not withstand such an ordeal.

But perhaps due to the alcohol, he poured all the wine into a vat: "Drink! Drinking from a bowl isn't as satisfying, let's use the vat!"

To be honest, she had a hard time lifting the wine jar. She struggled to lift it with both hands, then poured some into her mouth and drank the rest, spilling the rest all over herself.

Across from him, Adal had already finished all 18 bowls without changing his expression, remaining perfectly sober. He looked at the woman opposite him, who was starting to act crazy while drunk, and smiled slightly. He was confident that he could beat everyone present, let alone such a weakling.

"General Xiao, it seems the person you chose lost." Du Lan's hand was already on the tray covered with a red veil. Each time, the bets were placed by both of them together, and neither of them knew what the other had put on the tray.

Wu Ziyan suddenly slumped onto the table: "No way! This blind box is mine!"