The next day, a scream rang through the entire inn.
Several attendants rushed over at the sound and knocked on the door.
"Shopkeeper, are you all right?"
After quite a while, a soft, trembling voice came from inside.
"N-No, I'm fine!"
Hearing this, the attendants frowned slightly, then shook their heads and left the door, muttering among themselves.
Inside, Zhang Xuan had the proprietress by the neck from behind, ready to take her life at any moment.
The proprietress trembled all over, her face filled with fear, and had no choice but to cooperate.
Once the attendants had left, Zhang Xuan let out a breath and spoke.
"Don't scream. Do you understand?"
The proprietress nodded repeatedly. Zhang Xuan released his grip, and she exhaled shakily, still terrified.
Zhang Xuan looked around, then down at himself, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
"Fuck, what kind of mess is this? This Seat actually fell for it."
After drinking that drugged tea last night, he had gone wild the entire night and only stopped after dawn this morning.
The proprietress did not cry out again. She bit her red lips, seeming to want to speak but stopping herself.
Zhang Xuan got dressed and walked to the table, placing the drugged tea in front of her.
"This was purely an accident. The problem was with this pot of tea."
The proprietress glanced at Zhang Xuan, her face instantly flushing crimson. Looking bashful, she lowered her head and dared not meet his gaze. It took her quite some time to recover.
"The tea?" At the mention of the tea, her brows furrowed as she searched through her memories.
Before long, she raised her head again. "Was it him?"
Before Zhang Xuan had arrived at the inn, a Young Master with an evil charm had