Three cups, two sips of pale wine—how could they withstand the sudden evening wind?
Of course, it wasn't evening now. A spring breeze drifted through the garden, and the fragrance of flowers left the visitors drunk.
Watching the woman slumped over the table, Wang Xian saw Qiu Mingyu hurrying over and beckoned to her.
Qiu Mingyu entered the pavilion. Seeing Nalan Qiuhou passed out drunk, she froze. "Why the rush? You had to summon me to the palace. Don't tell me you want me to accompany you to see His Majesty?"
"No."
Wang Xian smiled faintly. "Princess, please take her outside the city and find somewhere secluded... This time, I owe you a favor. When the day comes, my senior brother will repay you for me."
"Huh?"
Qiu Mingyu was startled. She had never dreamed that this young prince would come up with such a plan to stop Nalan Qiuhou from taking her own life.
On second thought, there truly was no one else in the entire imperial city who could do this besides Wang Xian.
"Why go to such lengths?"
Qiu Mingyu sighed wistfully. "His Majesty must have spared her because of you... But after this, how can you expect her to live on alone?"
Wang Xian shook his head. "You and the prince are bound together heart and soul. Don't forget, in a few years, you'll be able to cross that threshold..."
"You and Nalan are cultivators who have left the mortal world behind, destined to walk the path of defying heaven... I'm only finding you a companion, so the years ahead won't be so lonely."
"Only mortal women love a single person their whole lives. You're different. One day, when you've broken through this world and seen the boundless sky beyond, you'll understand."
Qiu Mingyu drew a