amaotonovel Chapter 131 Murong Yi was drunk...
Chapter 131 Murong Yi was drunk...
On the way back to the manor, Murong Lin burst into laughter as if she had been tickled, her laughter so hearty it was almost exaggerated. While laughing, she would occasionally glance at Murong Yi, making it seem as if Murong Yi's head was about to glow with a green light.
Seeing this, Su Jinran quickly reached out and pulled her back, while awkwardly giving Murong Yi a look and whispering, "Don't take it to heart, she's just a carefree person."
Murong Qing also frowned and called out softly, "Eighth Sister~" He reached out and tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to restrain herself.
Murong Yi was already seething with anger, and now he was so furious he was practically spitting fire. He let out a heavy, cold snort, the sound seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with resentment. Then, he strode forward angrily, his steps hurried and heavy, leaving everyone far behind, even Su Wan'er, who was traveling with him, completely forgotten.
"Your Highness~" Su Wan'er had barely called out when the person walked away, leaving her standing there dumbfounded, looking disdainful.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other, speechless, and no one dared to say another word, leaving only an awkward silence.
Murong Yi arrived at the restaurant entrance without realizing it, then suddenly froze, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground. His eyes widened, his cheeks bulged from clenching his teeth, and his fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. The anger rising from the depths of his heart was like a raging tsunami, threatening to engulf him.
He took a deep breath, abruptly lifted his foot, and strode into the restaurant with an air of hostility. Without a word,
He walked to the bar, looked around, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.
The waiter, Du Hai, suddenly brightened up, his face beaming with smiles, his voice high-pitched and obsequious: "Huh? Isn't this the Ninth Prince? This humble servant greets the Ninth Prince. It is truly an honor for the Ninth Prince to grace us with his presence! Our shop has a multitude of fine wines, such as the mellow and fragrant Daughter's Red, the refreshing and sweet Bamboo Leaf Green, and the lingering Zhuangyuan Red. I wonder which one Your Highness would like to try?"
Murong Yi's face was gloomy, as if it could drip water. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with anger, and he shouted sharply, "Bring me the strongest wine in your shop!"
After a moment's thought, Du Hai hurriedly replied, "The strongest liquor... uh... that would be Shaodaozi! This liquor burns like fire when it goes down your throat, and its effects are very strong. Most people wouldn't dare to drink too much of it."
Murong Yi waved his hand and said, "Then this one! Go and get it!" With that, he strode to the chair next to him and sat down heavily. The chair seemed to creak in pain as it was shaken by his furious body.
At this moment, the others in the restaurant were so frightened by the scene that they fell silent, casting curious yet fearful glances at each other.
Murong Yi, however, paid no heed. His thoughts were still swirling in a vortex of anger. His palms clenched again, and he couldn't help but let out a cold snort. "Hmph~~"
Du Hai jogged up to Murong Yi, carrying the strong liquor in both hands, and approached him with a beaming smile. He bowed and scraped, saying, "Your Highness, your strong liquor is here! This is our shop's signature strong liquor; even a small sip from it would make an ordinary person choke for half a day. Your Highness has a great capacity for alcohol, so it's certainly no problem for you. May I be so bold as to ask if you'd like some snacks to go with your drink? Just drinking like this might not be enough for your throat."
Murong Yi's eyes narrowed, and he shouted angrily, "My affairs are none of your business! Get out! I'm going to drink!"
Du Hai shook his head helplessly. Although he felt a little sorry for her, he didn't dare to persuade her anymore. He went to the bar to continue calculating the bill, glancing at Murong Yi from time to time, but he dared not speak out against her anger.
Murong Yi picked up his wine cup, didn't even look at it, and tilted his head back to gulp it down. The first sip felt like a bolt of fire shooting down his throat, instantly filling it with a burning sensation. His features contorted, his face contorted in agony, and veins bulged on his forehead, clearly indicating extreme pain. However, he didn't stop; instead, he continued to chug down cup after cup.
Some of those present looked astonished, their mouths agape and their eyes wide as saucers, seemingly unable to believe that someone could drink such strong liquor so recklessly; others looked worried, their brows furrowed, their eyes filled with pity, as if they could already see Murong Yi's disheveled state after he passed out drunk; still others watched with pure curiosity, their eyes glued to the screen, afraid of missing a single detail, a playful smile on their lips, as if they were watching a rare spectacle.
A moment later, Murong Yi was completely drunk, but he was still slurring his words, "Wine... bring more wine!"
Du Hai hurriedly stepped forward, his face full of distress, and advised, "Your Highness, you can't drink anymore, and our shop should be closing soon. Would you like me to escort you back to your residence, or would you like to stay here for the night and rest?"
Murong Yi ignored him, stubbornly reaching for the wine jug, muttering, "I want to drink more..."
At this moment, Shen Wanqing, who had just finished cleaning the upstairs room, came downstairs and said, "Brother Du, I've cleaned the main room..." Her gaze inadvertently fell on the drunken and drowsy Murong Yi, and she was immediately shocked, "Ninth Prince? This... what is he doing here?"
Du Hai looked helpless and frustrated. He exchanged a glance with her, frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "Who knows! The prince suddenly showed up, came in and demanded the strongest liquor in the shop, and then started chugging it down, one cup after another. It's heartbreaking to watch. What should we do now?"
Shen Wanqing frowned deeply, her mind filled with doubt, and she wondered to herself, "How could this be? How could the usually aloof Ninth Prince have become like this?"
She turned to look outside the shop. The street was deserted, and the hustle and bustle had gradually subsided. She turned to Du Hai and whispered, "Brother Du, I'm going out for a bit." With that, she quickly ran out of the restaurant.
"Sigh~ Wanqing..." Before she could finish speaking, she saw her run out. She sighed softly, looking bewildered but saying nothing. She walked up to Murong Yi, looked at him, her brows furrowing again, and shook her head helplessly.
After bidding a reluctant farewell to Murong Qing and his wife, and Murong Lin and his wife, Lin Qianqian, along with Xiao Die, Wuming, Su Wan'er, and Huan'er, continued their journey to the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
Su Wan'er was very unhappy and reluctant to walk alongside Lin Qianqian. She deliberately raised her voice and said to Huan'er, "Huan'er, why aren't you walking faster! Walking so slowly is annoying to watch!" After speaking, she angrily quickened her pace and walked forward, giving Lin Qianqian a fierce glare before leaving.
Huan'er looked innocent and aggrieved, and quickly bowed to Lin Qianqian, saying softly, "Your Highness, Huan'er will go back with Consort Su first. Please be careful!"
Lin Qianqian smiled faintly, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection, and softly replied, "Yes~ you too!"
Then, the three of them quietly watched Su Wan'er and Huan'er's figures gradually disappear into the distance until they vanished from sight.
Xiaodie pouted, muttering unhappily, "Hmph, what's so great about him! So what if he doesn't want to come with us! Is he in such a hurry to go back and reincarnate?"
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian quickly reached out and grabbed Xiaodie, her brows furrowing slightly, her voice tinged with helplessness: "Xiaodie~"
Wuming whispered from the side, "Never mind all that, let's go back!"
Lin Qianqian turned to look at Wuming and nodded gently, "Mmm!"
Although Xiaodie was still sulking, she reluctantly nodded at Lin Qianqian's prompting and walked forward with Lin Qianqian.
At this moment, Shen Wanqing rushed over in a hurry. Her hair was disheveled from the rush, and the stray hairs on her forehead were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her cheeks. She called out breathlessly, "Your Highness!"
Lin Qianqian looked surprised and quickly stepped forward, asking with concern, "Wanqing?! What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"
Shen Wanqing, with her hands on her knees, gasped for breath. After finally catching her breath, she said in a panic, "Ninth Prince, Ninth Prince is completely drunk in the restaurant. He keeps demanding more wine and won't listen to any of my attempts to persuade him. I really had no other choice but to come to you."
"What!!!" Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's brows furrowed instantly, her eyes filled with doubt and unease. She turned to Xiaodie and Wuming and said, "Xiaodie, Wuming, you two go back to the palace first."
After saying that, she lifted her skirt and hurriedly followed Shen Wanqing toward the restaurant.
Wuming was about to follow, "Your Highness..." but Xiaodie stopped him. Xiaodie seemed to be thinking, then a thought flashed through her mind, and she burst out laughing. Wuming didn't understand why she was laughing and asked, "You—how can you still laugh!"
Xiaodie looked at Wuming as if he were an idiot, gently tapped his forehead with her slender finger, put her hands on her hips and muttered, "Blockhead! Don't you understand? The prince is drunk, so the princess goes to find him, which would allow the two of them to..." As she spoke, she pressed her two index fingers together tightly to show him, revealing a wicked smile.
"???" Wuming still didn't understand. He frowned, scratched his head, stared at her, and shook his head. Xiaodie was speechless. "It's pointless to talk to you! Okay, okay, let's go back first! Let's go~~~" She rolled her eyes, not wanting to talk to him anymore, and forcibly pulled him away from the Ninth Prince's Mansion.