After last night's banquet, it was already morning the next day when Xing Yan came to his senses again. Opening his still-heavy eyelids, he shifted slightly, and the first thing he saw was the girl in a plain yellow blouse. It must have been fairly late in the morning: bright, warm sunlight slanted through the entrance curtains, forming a shaft of light that fell precisely upon the girl leaning over the vermilion dressing table. Her bright yellow blouse shone in it, as though her whole body had melted into the radiant sunlight.
Heh... What is Qiong Rong looking at so intently?
The sunlight dazzled his eyes, and Xing Yan could not make out what the little girl was studying. He shook his head again, trying harder to clear it. Remembering a few things from last night, he felt puzzled.
Huh? How did I get so drunk last night?
Xing Yan thought he could hold his liquor fairly well. Now that he was a little more clearheaded, he could not help marveling that he had actually slept drunk through the entire night.
Heh, could it be that returning from that land of ghosts left my spirit weakened, so I got drunk this easily?
Thinking hazily, the Four Seas Hall Master, only just awake from his drunken sleep, shook his head vigorously and struggled to sit up beneath the thin quilt draped over him. He leaned back against the polished jade panel behind the pillows on the jade bed.
Once settled, Xing Yan turned to inspect the furnishings within the curtained chamber. Everything was cozy, simple, and elegant. Snow-white jade cotton was faintly visible inside the gauzy quilt before him, while seaweed patterns spread across its openwork silk cover. Needless to say, the distinctly feminine furnishings told him this must be the