If Chen Yi had merely felt a slight headache over Li Huaigu's wedding,
then Chen Yunfan was already cursing up a storm.
Before dawn had even arrived, Chen Yunfan, sleeping soundly, was woken by Chunying with a cold, wet towel.
Last night, unable to withstand the fervent invitations of several colleagues from the Provincial Administration, he had no choice but to follow them to Chunyu Tower.
There, he indulged in revelry until midnight, when he finally drank himself into a stupor and returned home.
Now, his whole body felt muddled. "What time is it?"
Without even blinking, Chunying lied, "Young master, it is already dawn."
After hearing that, Chen Yunfan lay back down, turned over, and muttered, "There's still plenty of time before roll call. I'll sleep a little longer."
Chunying said helplessly, "Young Master, have you forgotten what you promised Third Place Scholar?"
"Hm?"
"Today is Third Place Scholar's wedding. You're to be his best man."
"Hm? Oh."
Seeing this, Chunying covered his face with the towel again and rubbed hard several times.
The cold towel jolted Chen Yunfan awake. He sprang upright and pounced on her viciously, pinning her beneath him. "Little wench, is your skin itching?"
Chunying let him hold her without resisting, but she still tried to persuade him.
"Young Master, you can't very well fail to go after making a promise."
Chen Yunfan looked at her, then could only wipe a hand over his face as True Essence circulated through his body.
Within a few breaths, the smell of alcohol had dissipated, and he was completely refreshed.
Then he climbed out of bed and dressed while cursing. "I don't know what my father was thinking, insisting I not reveal my Martial Path cultivation base."
Chunying rose and tidied her clothes, saying softly, "Young master, master