Chapter 1497: Bai Zhi’er, You Must Really Want to Leave Me Behind

Bai Zhi’er also changed into new clothes, and then went with Feng Fuce and the others to Xijiang Yue for a meal.

In the private room, the three sat around the table.

Xie Yu took the initiative to order a pot of strong liquor.

Feng Fuce glanced at him indifferently: "Are you drinking alone?"

Xie Yu fetched three cups, laughing: "Of course you guys are accompanying me, what’s wrong, can’t you drink?"

Feng Fuce turned his head to look at Bai Zhi’er: "She can’t drink, so I’ll have two cups myself."

Bai Zhi’er hurriedly said: "I can drink a little! If I don’t drink much, I won’t get drunk."

She reached out, trying to secretly grab a cup, but Feng Fuce pressed her hand down.

"Can you drink? Not at all, remember the osmanthus brew incident?" Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, asking softly.

Thinking of that night on the boat, Bai Zhi’er’s face immediately turned as red as an apple.

She withdrew her hand like being shocked, and stammered obediently, "Suddenly don’t want to drink anymore, you guys drink, I’ll have Flower Dew."

Xie Yu watched the communication between the two, like newlyweds, their eyes seemed to hide secrets only they understood.

For a moment, Xie Yu felt quite uncomfortable inside.

He held his expression, only uttering a "hmph": "I have one cup, you have two cups, if word gets out, people will say I, a dignified Emperor of Yan Country, am bullying you, the Marquis."

As he spoke, Xie Yu added another cup: "Two cups for you, two cups for me, very fair."

Feng Fuce folded his arms watching him: "If you get drunk, no one will carry you back."

Xie Yu laughed: "That’s a joke, I don’t even know how to write the word ’drunk’."

However, after an hour passed...

The drunken Xie Yu slumped over the table, motionless.

In contrast, Feng Fuce still appeared cool and collected, the liquor seemingly like water to him.

Bai Zhi’er poked Xie Yu: "Brother Yu?"

Xie Yu didn’t reply.

Feng Fuce said coldly: "He’s drunk."

At this, Xie Yu finally managed to retort, weakly saying: "I’m... I’m not drunk..."

He then tried to stand, but his legs gave way again, making him fall back onto the table.

Bai Zhi’er helplessly said: "Oh dear, you went straight for our Chu Kingdom’s most famous liquor, who wouldn’t be drunk?"

"Well, Brother Ce, you’ll have to carry him back."

Feng Fuce frowned: "This Xie Yu..."

With no other choice, he resignedly tugged Xie Yu’s arm and hauled him onto his back.

Today they had come out riding horses, they didn’t take a carriage.

Fortunately, Mo Yanchi’s mansion was quite near Xijiang Yue, so Bai Zhi’er decided to walk.

On the way, Xie Yu mumbled: "I’m not drunk! Let me down and walk..."

Feng Fuce coldly said: "Don’t move, or I’ll throw you off."

"You wouldn’t dare..." Xie Yu said, continuing: "Bai Zhi’er, you must really want to throw me off, right."

He actually mistook the person carrying him for Bai Zhi’er?!

Feng Fuce’s eyes grew cold, using a lot of self-control to avoid actually dropping Xie Yu.

Bai Zhi’er walked beside him, heard this, and blinked in confusion: "You’re talking nonsense again."

What was all this about throwing off and not throwing off, why use such words between friends.

"I know, you don’t tell me your true identity because you’re afraid I’ll seek you out, because I have no family, no friends, you’re afraid a loner like me will cling to you... So, you don’t tell me you’re actually the Princess of Great Chu."