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Qin Huan and Yan Qing naturally did not notice Ling Hua sitting behind them.
Qin Huan drank cup after cup, while Yan Qing watched him with a bit of fear, worried that he might drink himself to death just like that. Would he then indirectly become a murderer entangled by the Duke of Anguo's household?
After all, the person sitting in front of him was he.
Yan Qing somewhat regretted agreeing to come out for drinks; Qin Huan was clearly not in his right mind, his whole being dispirited and despondent. Yan Qing estimated that he might have lost two souls and six spirits, with only one soul and one spirit struggling to hang on.
He attempted to persuade him, "Brother Qin, don't just focus on drinking. We haven't seen each other for a long time, let's chat."
"It's been eleven days." Qin Huan held up his index finger, then a little finger, shaking them in front of Yan Qing, "I remember it most clearly, my grandmother locked me up to watch over me for a full eleven days."
