My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 584 - 373 You Are My Destined Prince (Part 2) (Added for ’流觞曲中生’ the alliance leader)_2

Chapter 584: Chapter 373 You Are My Destined Prince (Part 2) (Added for ’流觞曲中生’ the alliance leader)_2

"Sister Su, you you you... how did you end up sitting in this poor Confucian scholar’s arms... It’s wrong, all wrong, you’ve got it all confused, he’s the very one accusing our Ziwei Pavilion members, Sister Su, you’ve got the wrong person!" Shock and disbelief flooded Young Master Shenxu’s eyes as he leaped up and hopped around frantically.

The Red-clothed Maid who had been closely following behind Su Qingdai and who looked timidly afraid as her mistress sat down in the arms of that young man, her expression suddenly changed, and her Liu Mei brows furrowed deeply again:

"Such noise! The miss told you to stop and shut your mouth, haven’t you learned to stop acting like a buffoon after being told twice?"

She abruptly turned around, walking up to Young Master Shenxu, who stared in horror and bewilderment, and raised her right hand high.

It fell.

"Slap————!"

"Ah!" Young Master Shenxu let out a pained cry, his body flung to the right, crashing to the floor.

The sight made everyone’s faces twitch with pain as they drew a sharp breath.

Glancing at Young Master Shenxu, who lay on the ground in shock, covering his face, the Red-clothed Maid sneered and wiped her hand with a handkerchief.

Then her gaze couldn’t help but covertly steal a look at Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er, revealing a hint of fear in the eyes of the haughty Red-clothed Maid, who had not expected to encounter the esteemed young master so highly valued by her mistress in her heart, especially since she had, by chance, offended him previously on the Star River ancient path...

At that moment, Zhao Rong had no energy to pay attention to the other movements in the hall.

For he found on his lap another stunning Fairy and beside his mouth, a cup of Immortal Wine respectfully presented, the fragrance wafting around him so strong he couldn’t tell if it originated from the Immortal Wine or the Fairy herself, blending and rushing to his nose.

Amidst the fragrance, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrow.

Never had he imagined that this Fairy, who seemed so aloof in his memory, would be so direct, plopping herself into his embrace without a word, even more proactive and fervent than Luo Xiu previously.

Could it be that this cultivator’s broad heart is essentially a ’trap for stunning Fairies’ prompting them to throw themselves into his arms, yearning and nestling... Zhao Rong couldn’t help but mentally scoff.

Among the varied looks cast by the crowd, his gaze dropped, catching sight of the delicate Qingdai porcelain cup within an inch of him, but what attracted Zhao Rong’s attention even more, causing him to look sideways, were the black-polished nails gracing Su Qingdai’s Jade Hands that contrasted against her white and slender fingers, making them even more striking.

This cup of suddenly proffered wine caused Zhao Rong to hesitate slightly.

He glanced to his lower left where the stunning Fairy, who seemed fond of wearing black, was seated in his lap, head lowered in submission, her expression hidden, meekly offering the cup.

After waiting for a while, Su Qingdai, perhaps sensing that Zhao Rong was hesitating to take the cup, parted her vermilion lips.

Her voice was cold and clear, naturally exuding a sense of loftiness, yet when she spoke from Zhao Rong’s embrace, she pressed her voice down, adding a softness to it.

"Young Master. My sect has been unfortunate enough to harbor a small-minded person who acts without reason and is outrageously unruly. This individual has offended you tonight, truly despicable. On behalf of Ziwei Pavilion, I respectfully offer you a cup and hope for your forgiveness."

Su Qingdai spoke in a soft whisper and after finishing her words, lifted her head, locking her gaze with Zhao Rong’s.

The black-robed Fairy, looking resolute, downed the cup in one gulp, set down the cup, and picked up her sleeve, dabbing at the corners of her mouth.

The entire process, smooth and unhesitating, her naturally cold gaze never left Zhao Rong for a moment.

A delicate blush, the color of peach blossoms, spread across Su Qingdai’s fair cheeks adorned on her petite and exquisite melon-seed shaped face.

She extended her Jade Hand, using the empty Qingdai porcelain cup to pour another cup, this time seven-tenths full of Immortal Wine, and again presented it with both hands to Zhao Rong’s lips.

But this time, Su Qingdai slightly tilted the cup towards his mouth as if intending to personally serve him the wine.

Her gaze remained fixed on Zhao Rong.

While exuding a chilly and prideful demeanor, she also exhibited a demure and gentle charm reserved solely for him, the kind that could sway any normal man’s heart, fulfilling a beautiful woman’s eager and even lowly and pleading desires.

The sight of this Fairy bowing and the beauty serving wine captured the attention of everyone in the room. No one bothered with the groaning Young Master Shenxu anymore, and even the latter, lying on the ground, stared heartbrokenly with wide eyes in disbelief.

However, one person’s actions showed the crowd that he was clearly not a normal man.

Zhao Rong pretended not to see the envious stares from Gu Yiwu and his classmates, and ignored even more the hungry glances of the other men.

With an unchanged expression, he looked at the transparent, rippling liquid in the cup and Su Qingdai with her similarly clear eyes, and smiled saying:

"You’re instructing me on what to do?"

Everyone present: "..."

Su Qingdai too was taken aback and shook her head seriously, "This humble one wouldn’t dare."

Zhao Rong chuckled and said, "Then let’s drink two more cups."

No sooner had he spoken than Su Qingdai once again, without a second word, boldly tilted her head back, drank it all, wiped her mouth, and poured another.

This striking black-dress-clad Fairy tilted her head back for the third time, revealing the smooth bob of her throat as it gently moved with the swallow.

At the behest of a certain someone, she once again drained the exquisite liquor.

After a soft hum, her chest, concealed by the black dress and seeming quite substantial, heaved as she took a deep breath.

"Huff..."

Su Qingdai’s cheeks grew even rosier from the intoxicating effect, her originally lucid and limpid eyes now tinged with a misty drunken haze. Barely biting her silver teeth on her red lips, she gazed unwaveringly at Zhao Rong, flipping her Jade Hand.

Before him, she upended the cup, ensuring not a drop remained.

For Cultivators, it’s difficult to get drunk on ordinary wines, even Immortal Wine, but it’s possible to restrain one’s Spiritual Energy Cultivation and drink with a normal physique.