At a Loss

Xie Qiao thought those ghouls were loud, and her head was hurting.

Her face was flushing, she felt dizzy with alcohol filling her body. She wondered…how much she had drunk.

Now that she could not speak and that she had little strength, she thought she would just shut her eyes to rest. However, those chatters were so loud that her head was going to explode.

After tolerating for approximately an hour, her mouth felt loose.

The piece of soft cloth was being removed.

Zhao Xuanjing placed the soft cloth aside and said nothing.

It could be cruel to cover her mouth for the entire night. She would have to move around, or her face would be swollen tomorrow.

"Could you untie me, Your Highness?" Xie Qiao's voice was hoarse, and it was weak. She felt pain in her face as soon as she spoke. She felt horrible.

Zhao Xuanjing was stunned. He turned around to look at her.