The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!

Chapter 523: Chapter 523: Slightly Tipsy

Chapter 523: Slightly Drunk

Xia Wenjin focused intently, not wanting to miss a single word he uttered. Perhaps this was the moment the truth would be revealed.

However, just as Huangfu Yuxuan reached a critical point, his voice stopped. His head tilted, and he slumped on the table, snoring soundly.

Xia Wenjin: ”...”

Just when she was about to get the answer, this guy passed out drunk. Thinking of past life’s grudge, as she looked at the person across, all she felt was endless disgust and irritation.

She once thought she would never have to see this person in this lifetime, yet reality was so cruel. Not only did she meet him, but she also had to face him and drink at the same table.

She stood up and opened the door of the private room, where Cui Huai and Hong Jie were waiting outside.

With an expressionless face, she said, ”Your young master is drunk. You should take him away!”

”Drunk?” Cui Huai and Hong Jie exchanged looks. The young master never got drunk; how could he be drunk today?

The two hurriedly pushed the door open, and sure enough, saw their young master leaning on the table snoring. The rich scent of alcohol wafted from his clothes and breaths. The dishes on the table were hardly touched, yet there were three empty wine jars.

Moreover, Xia Wanqing was also passed out on the table in drunken slumber.

The two relaxed their vigilance and cupped their fists toward Xia Wenjin, saying, ”Thank you, Miss!”

The young master had always been polite to Xia Wanqing, and his attitude toward this Miss Xia was also unusual. Cui Huai and Hong Jie, being Huangfu Yuxuan’s personal guards, understood their master’s mind best, so they were very courteous to Xia Wenjin.

Xia Wenjin waved her hand. She wasn’t unfamiliar with these two; many of Huangfu Yuxuan’s orders were conveyed by them, and many things were done by them.

The two helped up Huangfu Yuxuan, and Cui Huai turned to say, ”Miss, we will escort our young master back first. If any offense was caused, we will offer apologies once he wakes up!”

Xia Wenjin ignored them.

The two shook their heads. It was clearly three jars of wine and three wine cups on the table, yet the two big men were drunk while this young lady was still sober.

But it seemed unsurprising that the young master would get drunk; facing such a beautiful woman, the wine might not intoxicate, but the person would be intoxicated by the presence.

With the unpleasant people gone, the surroundings calmed down. Xia Wenjin smirked, ”I knew they would freeload; luckily, I got him to donate a hundred taels!”

Yet, she had taken a loss; the mere wine head was worth three hundred taels of silver. Apricot Blossom Drunk Spring Rain is hard to brew, and the ingredients were the finest.

Besides, brewing this wine, apart from the high requirements on materials and water, also needed specific locations, specific temperatures, and specific climates; it couldn’t be produced in bulk.

Every three months, a batch of fifty jin is produced, including two jin of raw brew. Four jin of wine head, fourteen jin of mid wine, and thirty jin of tail wine. Selling for a hundred taels of silver per jar, even the tail wine is only fifteen jars.

The raw brew and wine head are not for sale outside.

But those who understand wine know its quality; only fifteen jars come out every three months, which is nowhere near enough to meet demand.

If it weren’t for her father coming over, she wouldn’t have let Yan Huanlin bring this wine over.

After Huangfu Yuxuan left, Yan Huanlin came to the private room and knocked on the door.

Xia Wenjin glanced up at him, saying, ”Brother Yan, you’re just in time.”

Yan Huanlin asked, ”Miss, do you need help?”

Xia Wenjin looked at the sleeping Xia Wanqing and nodded with a smile, ”I do need help!”

She handed over a silver note worth one thousand taels, saying, ”How many Apricot Blossom Drunk Spring Rain were brought over this time? My father is a lover of good wine, could I possibly have two more jars?”

Yan Huanlin quickly said, ”Miss, there’s no need to say so. As long as the young lady wants it, everything here is yours!”

Xia Wenjin shook her head, smiling. ”Yan Zui Xuan just established a foothold in the Capital City; everything should go by the rules! Also, could you find two people to help my father onto a carriage?”

Yan Huanlin promptly went to make arrangements.

Two strong attendants helped Xia Wanqing onto the carriage, and another attendant brought two jars of wine, placing them onto the carriage.

They escorted Xia Wanqing back to their newly purchased house.

Xia Wenjin let out a long sigh. With her father’s personality, he was clearly suited for the Jianghu. Despite knowing numerous people, why couldn’t he see through Huangfu Yuxuan?

He would accommodate her in everything, but why wouldn’t he relent when it came to this marriage?

Marry Huangfu Yuxuan?

In her past life, her vision was narrow. If she had entered the Jianghu, she wouldn’t have chosen Huangfu Yuxuan either.

Upon arriving at the house, the servants came to help Xia Wanqing rest.

Standing in the courtyard, Xia Wenjin was full of thoughts. She would stay here for the time being and needed to retrieve her belongings from the inn. There wasn’t much luggage, but the inn room should be vacated.

She had also drunk a fair amount of wine; although she had taken a hangover prevention pill before drinking, it only neutralized half the alcohol. Now she was slightly tipsy.

So many accumulated memories in her heart made her thoughts increasingly troubled.

Is a woman’s fate in this lifetime doomed to be trapped in marrying and bearing children?

Does she have to marry in this lifetime?

Even if she must marry, it would never be with Huangfu Yuxuan.

Then who should she marry?

In Xia Wenjin’s nearly chaotic mind, a clean face suddenly appeared, with such handsome eyebrows, such clear eyes, and such sincere smiles...

Who is he?

Xia Wenjin rubbed her forehead, looking a bit puzzled. She walked out of the house, subconsciously heading in a particular direction.

She knew what she was doing; she also knew how ridiculous it was. The Capital City was so vast. On that day, after their parting, she hadn’t asked his whereabouts, nor did he ask her origins. They parted ways without any ties, waving goodbye, meant to be forgotten in the Jianghu.

But in the midst of her father’s stubbornness, under Huangfu Yuxuan’s intense pressure, within the depressing and tragic memories of a previous life, and the intoxication of Apricot Blossom Drunk Spring Rain, she wished for her spirit to find the cleanest, lightest, and warmest place.

It didn’t matter if she never saw him again; it didn’t matter if he wasn’t there where she was going. What she cherished was the purity and warmth, with her heart burdened with so much heaviness, too sorrowful, how could she be worthy of the pure beauty of that young man?

Amid the bustling streets, Xia Wenjin was among the crowd, her footsteps hesitating, as the feeling of melancholy grew ever more intense.

She looked at the people passing by, none of whom had familiar faces.

Each person’s steps were either hurried or leisurely, each with their own life, each with their own peace.

Walking on, Xia Wenjin’s steps suddenly halted.

How did she end up here?

This was the place where, on that day, she had nowhere to take the severely injured Huang Zheng, feared they were being pursued, and to avoid attention, she randomly found a vacant house for him to recuperate.

Before leaving, she left a silver note worth a hundred taels as a fee for lodging.

This was that house.

It seemed that whatever her mind was dwelling on, unconsciously, she would go to the place closest to what she thought of.

No, why, in her vexation and with the alcohol rising, did she think of Huang Zheng?