My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 585 - 373 You are my destined prince (Part 2) (Added for the alliance leader ’流觞曲中生’)_3

Chapter 585: Chapter 373 You are my destined prince (Part 2) (Added for the alliance leader ’流觞曲中生’)_3

It was clear that the current Su Qingdai belonged to the latter category, having restrained her cultivation, drunk three full cups, the sincerity of her feelings could not be questioned.

Everyone looked askance.

Zhao Rong’s eyes showed appreciation as he explained softly, "You actually don’t have to apologize to me, drinking the first cup of wine doesn’t matter. You just need to apologize to little Qian’er and uncle Bai, and the next two cups of wine are for them."

Su Qingdai sat on Zhao Rong’s lap, her lips pressed together as she nodded.

She stretched out her slightly drunk hand, refilled the now empty wine cup with tonight’s fourth cup, and brought it to his lips, offering to feed him.

At this moment, the black-dressed fairy in Zhao Rong’s arms seemed to have a softer expression on her proud and aloof face, and her normally cold voice also took on a slightly intoxicating drunkenness as she whispered,

"Then, my lord... please enjoy the wine."

Zhao Rong smiled but remained still, not taking the cup.

He felt that, in some ways, the meaning of this cup of wine was the same as the morsel of food Luo Xiu had served him earlier, drinking it would mean ’to cling to’ him.

Su Qingdai’s eyes, heavy with intoxication, gazed at him unwaveringly, without the slightest urge to rush him.

From the very start until now, she had been continuously observing Zhao Rong, evidently very curious about him, and seemingly eager to thoroughly understand and explore the man before her.

When a woman shows such inquisitive eyes toward a man and takes such initiative, it signifies something; most of the men present were romantic figures and understood very well. Thus, several men who had long admired Su Qingdai sighed in their hearts, never expecting that even the Ziwei Pavilion fairy, as exalted as a goddess in the clouds, would fall. Just who was this enigmatic young Confucian scholar...

While the other guests were intimidated by a young maid’s flying sword and dared not question further, Gongzi Shenxu displayed his indomitable spirit of resistance and the will to say ’no’ to the ’dark forces’ as he got up from the ground and hysterically shouted once more:

"Impossible, impossible, I, this young master, do not accept it! You’re all damned under the influence of a love potion. I refuse, Sister Su, what’s so good about this guy? What makes you bootlick and curry favor with him like this!!"

This loud voice didn’t sound the least bit weak.

The complexion of Su Qingdai, who had been diligently offering wine to Zhao Rong, slightly chilled.

Zhao Rong blinked.

However, this time, Gongzi Shenxu only acted like a real man for less than three seconds.

Only to see the red-clothed maid, who had finally found an opportunity to redeem herself, step forward and, with expert skill, raised her palm and brought it down.

"Slap—!" This time it was the other side of the face.

"Ouch!" Gongzi Shenxu cried out in pain, covering his now symmetrical chubby face and tumbling down again.

The red-clothed maid frowned, now experienced, stood beside the tenacious rebel, vigilantly guarding and not moving away to prevent him from causing more trouble.

Ah, was that really necessary? Couldn’t he just talk nicely and ask questions? Why did he have to shout so loudly... Zhao Rong internally sighed without voicing his thoughts.

The whole place quieted down again, and the atmosphere began to turn a bit awkward.

"Actually,"

Zhao Rong chuckled lightly, breaking the silence once again. He turned to glance at Gongzi Shenxu, who had swollen up like a pig’s head but still had a defiant look in his eyes, and nodded gently:

"Although this man is noisy, he does speak a few words of sense."

Zhao Rong turned back, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the edge of the wine cup that Su Qingdai was holding, with the faint imprint of her rouge lips. He said with a smile:

"He’s right. Why?"

Under the gaze of many equally puzzled eyes, Su Qingdai, with her black dress and hair, suddenly smiled. This was the first time the Ziwei Pavilion fairy, renowned for being an ice-cold beauty on Mount Great Li, revealed her smile in public.

But before the gathering could even be shocked, they were stunned by the words she softly uttered next.

The black-dressed woman lightly pulled up the corners of her lips, her voice very serious:

"Because... you are my destined one."

"......"

Everyone: (°ー°〃)

And so, Zhao Rong’s cheeks once again became the focus of everyone present.

Zhao Rong, the high-cold fairy’s destined one, blushed for the second time that night.

Enough already!

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