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Chapitre 126

“At first, I was naturally a little wary, but as we spent more time together, I gradually discovered that you, Ye Fan, are an upright and loyal person! So,” Rongyue glanced at him and said earnestly, “I choose to trust you unconditionally because I trust my intuition and my judgment!”

The laughter stopped abruptly as Ye Fan stared intently into Rong Yue's eyes: "You are truly arrogant. But this arrogance will one day cost you your life."

He shrugged indifferently: "Arrogant? Many people do say that. But look at me, I'm still alive and well, aren't I?"

Sniffing, Ye Fan lowered his head to wipe away the tears in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed the stone table and stood up abruptly, raising his wine cup to Rong Yue: "Today is my birthday, I'm happy. Come, General... oh, Your Majesty..."

"Just call me General!" Rong Yue stood up unsteadily from her seat, raising her wine glass to Ye Fan: "No wonder you're acting so strangely today, it's your birthday! Come, General, let me toast you!"

"Great, that's a more friendly way to address you! Cheers!"

"Let's do it!"

The moment the two wine glasses touched, Rongyue abruptly withdrew her glass.

"Sigh, it seems we two brothers haven't even drunk a toast together yet!"

"Oh? Let's skip that! After all, you... aren't suitable..."

"We're not true brothers if we don't drink the nuptial wine! No way, we have to drink! Come on, let's have a drink, from now on, we'll be brothers who share joys and sorrows!" Rongyue swayed as she passed through Ye Fan's arms and was about to drink the wine in her cup.

"General, this won't do!"

"It's okay, just don't treat me like a woman! Come on, for the sake of our brotherhood, bottoms up!" Seeing Ye Fan dawdling and not drinking, Rong Yue's face hardened: "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and drink it! Don't make me angry!"

It felt like there was a dry walnut stuck in his throat, sour and unbearable. Ye Fan lowered his head, responded softly, and then tilted his head back to drink the wine in his glass in one gulp!

Half-dazed by the alcohol, Rongyue didn't notice the change in his voice, nor did she see the bitter tears sliding down his cheeks as he tilted his head back...

"What are you two doing?!" A loud shout jolted Rongyue halfway out of her drunkenness! She mechanically turned her head and, unsurprisingly, met a pair of fiery eyes not far away.

With a wide grin, Rongyue chuckled, "Isn't this his birthday? He... I'm treating him to dinner... Oh, no, he's treating me to dinner..."

With a gloomy face, he walked step by step toward the two of them, staring intently at their intertwined elbows, his eyes radiating an unprecedented bloodthirsty light!

Oblivious to the effects of alcohol, Rong Yue finally realized what had caused the fire to blaze even brighter. Her arm trembled, and she quickly pulled it away from Ye Fan's elbow, glancing down at the porcelain cup, bracing herself for the storm.

"Ah!" Suddenly, the world spun around, and Rongyue was hoisted onto someone's shoulder. Dizzy and disoriented, she looked down at the spinning earth, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.

With a squinting look, Tuoba Chen gave Ye Fan a warning glance, then strode out of the Prime Minister's residence carrying Rong Yue on his back, his anger palpable, carried away by the gentle night breeze...

Volume Two: The Resolute Heroines, Chapter Fifty-One: Warm Moments

The flickering candlelight yawned, its wick casting a pale yellow glow, lazily surveying the bedchamber. Behind the bright yellow gauze curtains, figures moved gracefully, two people embracing and passionately kissing in the dim candlelight, seemingly deeply in love, sweet and ambiguous. But a closer look would reveal a surprising truth: the situation was not as it appeared…

"I don't want to anymore..." Rongyue rubbed her already swollen lips, looking distressed, and stole glances at Tuoba Chen, who was smiling "gently".

Shaking the wine jug in his hand, letting the wine splash inside, Tuoba Chen brought the jug close to Rongyue's ear and said, feigning ignorance, "But, Xiao San, listen, there's still half a jug of wine left! Why don't you want it? Don't you like drinking? If you don't finish it, wouldn't it be a waste of this fine wine!"

She waved her hands frantically: "No, no, I don't like drinking, I don't like it..."

"So the mistress doesn't like drinking..." Tuoba Chen uttered slowly and thoughtfully, his eerie tone sending chills down Rong Yue's spine.

"I……"

"But you seemed to be having a great time drinking with that guy surnamed Ye. Could it be... that whether someone likes you or not depends on who they're drinking with? Hmm? A mistress?"

"Don't get the wrong idea! I didn't do anything like that!"

"No, that's for the best." With a seemingly gentle gaze fixed on Rongyue's face, Tuoba Chen raised his arm and brought the spout of the teapot close to her beautiful lips: "Come on, Xiaosan, let's continue."

Seeing that the tragic scenes that had already played out more than a dozen times were about to be repeated, Rongyue panicked and hurriedly stepped forward, staggering as she tried to snatch the wine pot.

Just as Rongyue was about to grab the wine pot, Tuoba Chen mischievously raised it high, causing her to miss and fall straight onto Tuoba Chen. Her forehead bumped into his nose, causing him to lean back in pain, and the two of them fell onto the soft bed together.

Because of the alcohol, Rongyue's cheeks flushed, the pale blush becoming even more alluring and delicate in the hazy light, mesmerizing the eye. The wine didn't intoxicate, but her presence alone was enough to make one drunk. Her eyes were hazy, brimming with springtime passion, their gaze shimmering like a vast, misty pool, revealing a lively spirit within the haze, a spirit with a cunning, seemingly possessing a mysterious magic that made one irresistibly drawn into its dark depths. Her cherry-like lips were pouting, pink and tender, seemingly inviting one to pluck them, exuding boundless temptation…

With a soft, fragrant woman in his arms, it would be hard for any man to resist! Especially when the woman in his arms is the one he loves most.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, and Tuoba Chen could no longer restrain himself. Lost in passion, he pressed his lips to hers, thirsting for a kiss.

But unexpectedly, Fangze suddenly "crawled" away at the last moment!

Using both hands and feet, she climbed up to Tuoba Chen's head, stretching out her arms to find her target. Rongyue's eyes lit up, and she suddenly grabbed the wine pot with a faint jade-colored luster in her palm!

Great! Now that the wine jug is in her hands, she no longer has to suffer the torment of "kissing wine"!

She was overjoyed and tried to get out of bed, but Tuoba Chen wouldn't let her have her way! He pressed down hard with his large hand, and she, who was halfway up, fell back onto his body.

"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten. There's still half a pot of wine left to finish! Here, bring the pot, let's continue."

"Huh? No, no need, I can do it myself..."

"How can that be! Don't mistresses like drinking from the same cup? Since she likes it, why would I not be satisfied?"

Upon hearing this, Rongyue pouted and muttered under her breath, "This isn't a toast, it's practically a disguised kiss..."

Tuoba Chen raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and Rongyue stared at the heavy wine jug in her hand with bleary eyes. She figured that if he "fed" her the whole jug, she would be in big trouble at the morning court tomorrow, because she really wouldn't be able to face anyone!

Hehe, I almost forgot, she still has a trump card!

"Chen, your birthday is in a couple of days. Aren't you curious about what gift I've prepared for you?"

A gift? Tuoba Chen's eyes lit up, but he quickly concealed the light in his eyes, looked at Rong Yue with a mysterious expression, and asked casually, "You didn't just buy something randomly to appease me, did you?"

She shifted her face awkwardly: "That time it wasn't...it wasn't...besides, it wasn't entirely my fault. Why didn't you tell me in advance! I didn't have time to prepare! You see, after I found out it was your birthday, I remembered it perfectly, and this year I started preparing a gift for you well in advance..."