Beauties always bring pleasure to the mind.
Jih Heng smiled faintly, unfolded her fan, and waved it leisurely: "Have you said enough?"
On that fan, the splendid peony blossomed in a flash, but at that moment, it seemed ominously eerie, brimming with a murderous aura. Perhaps because she was fanning herself in winter, it felt particularly cold—even the smile on Wen Renyao's face seemed to freeze.
Wen Renyao shivered, as if suddenly all the alcohol had worn off, and said, "Huh? What did I just say? I don't remember, I think I'm drunk, my head is so dizzy..."
Jiang Li: "..."
Since Wen Renyao didn't continue seeking death by pretending to be drunk, no one dared to broach that topic. Only Old General Jih would, but Old General Jih wasn't genuinely interested in opera, and quickly started talking about other matters with Lu Jiu.
