Two men suddenly entered, and even though Liu Zhiyuan's vision was somewhat blurred, it nevertheless woke him up a bit. However, the alcohol was too strong and he had consumed too much, leaving him unable to fully regain his energy.
Lin Jiaojiao led Prince An to sit on one side, at which point he also removed his bamboo hat and put it aside.
"It seems brother Liu has had a lot to drink."
Liu Zhiyuan's state was far from dead drunk, at least a part of his consciousness was clear.
Coming here was his way of temporarily forgetting certain matters. However, the more he tried to forget, the clearer and more profound they became.
"Who are...you?"
Lin Jiaojiao didn't answer. Instead, she opened her folding fan and fanned her nose. After glancing around, she noticed the pot of water and cups on a small table near her.
She spoke to Prince An, who was closer, "Could your Highness be so kind as to pour brother Liu a cup of water?"
