Just as she was finding it almost unbearable, Yelü Nanxian realized that the man on top of her had stopped moving. Only then did she notice that, overcome by his drunkenness, he had actually fallen asleep.
Yelü Nanxian was both annoyed and amused for a moment, but deep down, she also let out a long breath of relief. In a situation like this, only that wild girl Li Qinglu would dare to play so recklessly. She certainly did not have that kind of nerve.
She sat up and gently rested Song Qingshu's head on her lap. Seeing that her fair, alluring body was nearly exposed to the air, Yelü Nanxian blushed and spat lightly. "What a bastard."
She hurriedly straightened her disheveled clothes, yet there was not much real anger in her voice.
She knocked on the carriage wall and instructed the guards outside, "Slow down." She wanted him to sleep a little longer and sober up along the way. After all, he would be representing Southern Song in the competition tomorrow. She could not take him back to the palace and could only return him to the Southern Song residence. Those people certainly would not take as meticulous care of him as she did.
"Yes!" The guards outside exchanged glances, each wearing an expression of understanding. If Yelü Nanxian knew what they were imagining, she would surely pick up a whip and lash them at once.
But no matter how slowly the carriage traveled, it would eventually reach its destination. After circling around for nearly an hour, they finally arrived outside the Southern Song residence.
Most of the Southern Song delegation had already gone to sleep. Of course, Xue Baochai and the others were still awake, worrying over Jia Baoyu's disappearance. When they saw him return, they were overjoyed.