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Chapter 943 - 625 First Time a Bit Nervous, Discovered an Incredible Secret After Getting Drunk_2

Chapter 943: Chapter 625 First Time a Bit Nervous, Discovered an Incredible Secret After Getting Drunk_2

Feng Wuyou noticed that Xiao Jinyan had been staring at her and asked with a puzzled look, "Your Highness, what’s the matter?"

Xiao Jinyan smiled and shook his head, "Nothing much."

"I’m exhausted. I need to get these clothes off quickly, along with this gold shackle. My neck aches from the hairpins and clasps."

As Feng Wuyou was muttering, she reached out to both sides and took down the gold shackle, feeling much lighter in the head instantly.

Feng Wuyou usually dressed simply, but even so, she still had to look the part of the Crown Princess.

Xiao Jinyan understood her nature well—she liked comfortable clothing and styling, and he feared today must have worn her out.

"I will help you."

With someone to serve her, Feng Wuyou was naturally delighted, "Good."

Xiao Jinyan lifted her in his arms and brought her to the dressing table, where he gently set her down on the chair. His slender fingers somewhat clumsily removed the hairpins and clasps from her temples.

He was always busy and had never helped Jinyan remove her makeup before, but as he let down her ink-colored long hair, he discovered the pleasure in it.

His slender fingers touched the strands of hair on her shoulders and he praised, "Jinyan’s hair is even softer than silk satin; it’s irresistible."

Feng Wuyou lifted her head, looking at the two of them in the mirror, her gaze settling on Xiao Jinyan, playing with her hair.

"I feel the same when I touch Your Highness’s hair."

He had experienced her flattery before and smiled helplessly in response.

After her makeup was removed, Xiao Jinyan’s hands moved to her waist, first undoing her belt and then her clothes.

This was an action he had repeated countless times, yet his anticipation had never diminished.

Once he had stripped off her elaborate clothes, Xiao Jinyan, afraid she might get cold, once again lifted her and brought her to the side of the bed.

Feng Wuyou looked up at Xiao Jinyan, suddenly thinking of her father and mother, "Father and mother have been gone for several days now; I wonder if they are faring well?"

"Father is no ordinary man; we should trust in his abilities," Xiao Jinyan soothed as he removed the last piece of her clothing.

Feng Wuyou certainly knew of her father’s capacities, but still, nothing in life was absolute, and she felt some concern.

However, Feng Wuyou soon had no time to ponder these worries, as she found that these past few days Xiao Jinyan had been rather energetic—

After the celebration ended, Lu Zhaoyan leaned against the wall for a good while before he managed to take a few steps, having drunk to the point of weak knees for the first time.

At this moment, he was so intoxicated that he was not fully lucid. Feeling someone beside him, he instinctively reached out for support, only to stumble into a wall, yet without pain.

Weichi had been standing beside Lu Zhaoyan the entire time, wanting to see him embarrass himself.

Today was his brother’s big day, and he too had drunk quite a bit, though he fared much better than Lu Zhaoyan.

Lu Zhaoyan was not one to indulge in alcohol; tonight, he had been completely drawn into inebriation by Weichi.

Weichi, seeing Lu Zhaoyan about to fall, kindly supported him, and noticing Lu Zhaoyan’s flushed face, he felt some regret for having pressured him to drink so much.

"Can you still walk?"

Lu Zhaoyan still had some self-awareness and shook his head.

Weichi sighed, bent down, and hoisted Lu Zhaoyan onto his shoulders, striding out briskly.

Lu Zhaoyan, already inebriated, was now carried on Weichi’s shoulder, his upper body dangling upside down, feeling so ill he was on the verge of vomiting.

As just a scholarly official with a gentle disposition, he struggled a few times attempting to get down but was firmly pressed onto the shoulder by Weichi’s large hand.

"Master Lu, we’re almost there," said Weichi with a rush in his steps, moving swiftly.

On Weichi’s shoulder, Lu Zhaoyan had a harder time, the jostling causing severe stomach churning; wanting to vomit but forcibly holding it back, he turned beet red.

After Weichi carried Lu Zhaoyan back to his residence, he set him down, "Master Lu, we’ve arrived."

Before the words had fully left his lips, there came a "wah" sound.

Weichi watched as Lu Zhaoyan leaned over his body and threw up, giving him no chance to react.

Lu Zhaoyan could no longer hold it in.

After vomiting, his stomach felt a lot better, but he was still not sober, his body leaning backward, about to fall when Weichi pulled him back and steadied him.

Seeing Lu Zhaoyan utterly inebriated, Weichi regretted giving him so much to drink due to his momentary gloom.

As a result, not only did he have to carry him, but he also had to clean the mess.

Lu Zhaoyan had palace maids to assist him, but the maids were too weak to lift the more than one-meter-eighty-tall Lu Zhaoyan.

It was ultimately Weichi who took off Lu Zhaoyan’s clothes. Though Lu Zhaoyan was a scholar, he was not at all frail. Instead of taut muscles, he had soft, fleshy ones, untoned, and pale as snow—