Chapter 75

Ning Yi did not argue and very straightforwardly drank the three cups of wine, showing the bottoms of the cups to the applause of the other princes. Feng Zhiwei smiled along, but suspicion still lay at the bottom of her heart.

Him so straightforwardly drinking here in her mansion seemed problematic no matter how she sliced it.

The games went round by round, and each Prince had his victory and his defeat. All of the Princes got somewhat drunk, but through an unspoken agreement between all of them, no one mentioned any political matter, only here at Feng Zhiwei's mansion to have some fun.

Ning Yi did not drink too much, yet still acted as if he could not hold his liquor, lazily lying down on his crossed hands, his jade white cheeks dyed with a tipsy blush. His dark hair poured over his face, framing his dropping eyes and setting them off, highlighting even more strongly their resemblance to gorgeous mandalas blooming in the misted night.