Lang Xuan felt the sorghum liquor travel from her lips and teeth to her throat, then down her throat to her stomach and intestines, burning her wherever it went.
She's about to catch fire!
"Cough cough cough--"
Linlin quickly patted her back to help her catch her breath, and once she had calmed down a bit, she brought the teacup to her lips.
Lang Xuan felt a little better after drinking the water, only to realize that it was Yuwen Duo who had fed her.
"Cough cough cough cough--" This time she almost coughed her lungs out.
However, she soon felt less embarrassed.
Because she was drunk.
She leaned on Linlin's shoulder, her head drooping down like a chick pecking at rice.
Lang Wu: "..."
He wouldn't be like this even after drinking just one glass of wine.
He strongly suspected that his sister was faking being drunk.
Since her gaze remained fixed on Yuwen Duo, was she perhaps feigning drunkenness?
He's so annoyed by this kind of drama; his sister's become so vulgar!
Madam Lang replied, "I didn't even have time to stop her... When the girl was little, she could get drunk just from the smell of alcohol; she simply couldn't hold her liquor, which is why I've always forbidden her from touching it."
The girl is usually obedient, but today...
All I can say is that Prince Ming is a heavy drinker; he was already intoxicated by the girl before he even had a sip.
Linlin was taken aback by this turn of events, and, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, hugged her and said, "Then please arrange a room for her. I'll take her to rest first."
"Come, come, this is her room."
Linlin picked Lang Xuan up and carried her back to her room.
When Madam Lang was about to bring the food over, Linlin waved her hand and said, "No need. I'll eat with her after she wakes up."
She didn't eat much, and I'd feel bad letting her eat by herself after she woke up.
Madam Lang was even more pleased to see his thoughtfulness.
These two are already this intimate even before consummating their marriage—as someone with experience, she could tell.
In particular, Lang Xuan's excessive shyness when facing Linlin was not her state after consummating their marriage.
Two people who are interested in each other will no longer be so shy once they have done the most intimate things together.
If they consummate their marriage afterward, wouldn't they be even more inseparable?
My lady, it must be your spirit in heaven watching over the young lady, enabling her to find such a perfect husband.
Amitabha.
Linlin took off Lang Xuan's shoes, covered her with a blanket, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her sleeping face with a smile on her lips.
As the alcohol took effect, she, unable to hold her liquor, let her hair fall loose and spread out beneath her, her face like a peach blossom, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, casting a shadow in her eyes... Even now, she sleeps soundly, her hands crossed over her body.
What a good child.
Linlin looked at it for a while before reluctantly shifting her gaze and instead taking in the simple room.
A table, a kang table, a kang cabinet, two boxes... The room contained very few things, and they were all old, but it was spotless.
There were peonies in a rough porcelain vase on the kang table. Linlin thought for a moment, then went over and touched them. They were fake, but they looked incredibly lifelike.
Thinking of the mandarin Yuanyang next door, he understood.
Lang Xuan is very skillful and learns everything very quickly.
But each time she was timid, as if she would always do something wrong.
A clever but naive girl.
Linlin's smile deepened.
"Yuwen Duo, Yuwen Duo..." Lang Xuan began to call out in her sleep.
Linlin hurried over and grasped her flailing hands, saying, "I'm here."
I didn't realize that the little crybaby was so bold when he was drunk; he started calling him by his first name.
But her voice was trembling with tears, making one's heart ache.
"Yuwen Duo, Yuwen Duo, watch out!"
"I'll be careful." Linlin squeezed her hand. "Go to sleep. If you're okay, he'll be okay."
"Yuwen Duo, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." The little crybaby started sobbing.
Linlin: "... No, I'm sorry. You've been very good to him, and he knows that."
His eyes were filled with love, and he was wholeheartedly protective of her. He wasn't blind; how could he not sense it?
He admitted that he had been lazy and wanted to find someone who loved him before weighing whether it was a good fit.
However, fate was too kind to him, and the first person he met was just right.
"Yuwen Duo, I can't like you, but I really, really like you, what should I do?" Lang Xuan cried very sadly, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances from her past and present lives.
Linlin was stunned.
Can't I like him?
Is he a monster?
"You killed my parents..."
Linlin chuckled softly, "This is a nightmare."
Sure enough, Lang Xuan cried herself to sleep again.
Linlin picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped away the glistening tears on her face, one by one.
This is a very insecure little crybaby; we need to treat her even better from now on.
Now that I know how she feels, I'll put her mind at ease.
The teaching materials are readily available, and there are plenty of people who can learn from them, so the gifted Linlin isn't worried about their future at all.
The capacity to love can be inherited; the education of love can be contagious.
Lang Xuan was quiet for a moment, then suddenly said, "I really want to be with Yuwen Duo, but I'm too stupid. I'm not good enough for him, and I'll hurt him."
No, you deserve it, you're the best.
In her sleep, Lang Xuan was confessing to the King of Hell, surrounded by a pot of boiling oil.
The King of Hell said her lifespan hadn't ended and wanted to send her back, but she refused.
Surprisingly, the King of Hell actually comforted her?
"No, you don't know," Lang Xuan cried, tears streaming down her face, "I ruined his life in my past life. I can't do it again in this life... Please take me in. Ah, no, no. Or you could take Wei Jun in too, Wei Jun is so wicked, he'll harm Yuwen Duo."
Linlin was stunned.
What is she saying?
she...
Without Tang Zhuyun, Linlin might not have had such wild thoughts.
But even though Tang Zhuyun never told him about his origins, Linlin knew that his mother had some unspeakable experiences, a complete transformation, and even a rebirth.
Lang Xuan, she...
Past life, this life...
If it weren't for her repeated advance warnings, Linlin wouldn't have thought much of it.
But that's exactly what she did.
Lang Xuan: Why isn't the King of Hell saying anything?
"Please, I beg you, Wei Jun is really not a good person, please take him in!"
Linlin listened to her anxious voice, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
No wonder she was always worried about Wei Jun.
So, what did she foresee?
Wei Jun?
No, he won't, at least not right now.
If that day ever comes, maybe I'll be competing with him for a woman?
Linlin smiled at the thought.
No, the little crybaby is hers. From now on, we must keep a close eye on her and not let her get close to Wei Jun.
However, she was so eager to help herself, which made the thought of it a real headache.
Lang Xuan slept soundly until evening.
And it showed no sign of getting up.
Linlin was so hungry that her stomach was practically sticking to her back, so she could only manage a few bites of food hastily.
Madam Lang said, "Wake the young lady up; it's time to go back."
"No need, don't move her."
"Well, that's fine too. You go first..."
"I'm not leaving either."