Imperial Edict

The next day, Yang Xian felt his head hurt. Thinking about the wine that Prince Ji Sheng asked him to drink last night, he felt that he truly overestimated his alcohol tolerance. It was not as good as Prince Ji Sheng. 

'Next time, I'll switch my wine with water.'

Knock! Knock!

"Are you awake?" Wei Liuying's head peeked in.

Yang Xian glanced up. He was about to answer when memory from last night came into his mind. His words immediately stuck in his throat.

"Yang Xian?"

"I'm awake! Can you prepare something to help with my headache?" Yang Xian asked, his tone was forced to stay calm. 

"Alright."

As Wei Liuying left, Yang Xian turned his head and buried it in his palm. He couldn't believe that he made such a blunder last night. Even though he was a bit drunk, he didn't think that he would actually lost his patient and made a move.

However, from Wei Liuying's action, it seemed that she wanted to treat as if nothing happened.