Damn!
So you were the unlucky bastard who got schemed to death by his own woman!
Those words instantly turned Ye Xingchen to stone, and a cracking sound seemed to echo from his heart.
Nothing in this world was more painful than revealing a shameful secret one could not bear to look back on, thinking one might find comfort, only for the listener to turn around and stab them with a knife.
What kind of person was this?!
Was it too late to take back what I said earlier?!
"Splash!"
Ye Xingchen filled his bowl again, raised it, and drained it in one gulp.
He wanted to get drunk. He wanted to escape.
Yet he did not know what was wrong today. The wine was still the same wine, and the taste was still the same taste, but the more he drank, the clearer his mind became; the more he drank, the more vividly he remembered the past.
Drowning sorrow in wine only made sorrow deeper; drawing a blade to cut water only made the water flow faster.
"Ah!"
Ye Xingchen cried out, lifted the wine jar, and drank it dry. Only then did he rest a hand on it with bleary eyes, his entire spirit and silhouette utterly dejected.
That was right!
I was one of the mighty Ten Great Martial Emperors, yet in the end, I died at the hands of my own woman!
This was a stain that would leave the world laughing at me forever, a scar that time could never erase!
Just as Ye Xingchen's state of mind stood on the verge of collapse, Jun Changxiao placed a hand on his shoulder and comforted him. "What happened has already passed. We need to look forward now."
"Come!"
"We won't go home until we're drunk, and