Inside the main room.
Chen Baiqing sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes lightly closed, listening as the previously quiet voices outside began to grow boisterous.
Every so often, Cui Hao's laughter rang out.
"If you find that question difficult, just drink. We're all fellow disciples here. Who would laugh at you?"
"You actually drank?! Then I really am going to laugh!"
Chen Baiqing naturally found it a little noisy, but she did not block out the sound-given the way Cui Hao spoke, he might get beaten up the very next moment. Loose-tongued as he was, he was still her Fifth Junior Brother, through and through.
She had always favored her own people. Naturally, she could not pretend not to see Cui Hao being beaten by outsiders, nor could she let anyone beat him.
But afterward, the atmosphere grew even livelier, and Cui Hao was not the only one raising his voice.
Lu Lingyi began shouting too.
Hearing this, Chen Baiqing merely smiled. Getting along with people was perhaps one of Cui Hao's unrivaled talents.
Cui Hao seemed easygoing and careless, but he was also someone with a delicate mind.
Time passed, and the warm sunlight that had filtered through the gauze window gradually gave way to cold moonlight.
Voices still came from outside.
"Everyone! Although Brother Lin Chuan lost and doesn't want to talk about it, we should still drink with him." Cui Hao's voice was exceedingly bold and tinged with drunkenness.
"Wine is a prescription worth a thousand gold, a cure for what the heart cannot voice."
"Let us drink the wine in our cups together and unlock the shackles in our hearts!"
Everyone's voices rose in agreement.
At midnight, the sounds in the courtyard gradually began to fade.
The bold voices and clinking cups were gone as