Whether in this life or the last, Song Jiyun had gotten drunk before.
But being drunk was not like this.
And it had never happened so quickly.
She knew she had been tricked.
Yet she didn't know whether it was the wine or the silver fungus soup that was problematic.
It could even be possible that the tea she had drank earlier was the issue.
Not to mention figuring out who was behind this.
She could do nothing but keep her composure, numb the person who had targeted her, and find a way to notify Zheng Quan.
Song Jiyun forced her eyes wide open.
Her vision slowly started to clear.
She took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her usual serene expression, and signaled to the servant boy attending to her. In a low voice, she told the waiting servant boy, "Please go and tell my attendant, Zheng Quan, to drink less and to remember to pack a red bean pastry to take back later."