Zhen Yuan glanced at the people who were talking, and a coldness flashed in his eyes: "Why, do you have any objections to me being here?"
Several people were directly pointed out, their eyes flickered, and they quickly shook their heads and pushed into the crowd behind.
Zhen Yuan sneered: "Trash!"
The few people who were scolded were very angry, but they did not dare to confront Zhen Yuan, so they could only remain silent in aggrieved manner.
Seeing this, Zhen Yuan no longer cared about them, and instead stretched out the wine bottle in his hand to the young man, with a hint of provocation in his eyebrows: "How do you dare to come and drink with me?"
The young man frowned and glanced at the money in his hand: "I'm just a storyteller. I'm not responsible for drinking with others."
As he said this, he turned around and was about to leave. After taking a few steps, he was stopped by Zhen Yuan who jumped from the second floor.
Zhen Yuan stood in front of him, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "You're just drinking with me. I'm not some man-eating wolf, tiger or leopard. What do you have to be afraid of?"
The crowd of onlookers dispersed, looking at Zhen Yuan with a bit of fear in their eyes. Why is General Zhen's daughter so crazy? She doesn't seem to be a normal person?
In the private room upstairs, Song Shuwan had been paying attention to what was going on below and was powerless to react to Zhen Yuan's behavior. What on earth was this young lady thinking? Why did she need a storyteller to drink with her?
"Golden bird."
Song Shuwan shouted softly, and the golden bird outside the door immediately entered the private room: "What are the orders from the Crown Princess?"
Song Shuwan asked: "Can you go and call Miss Zhen back?"
Jin Que was silent, and a bit of embarrassment flashed across his face: "It's not that I won't change the slave. It's actually that I can't do anything to my young lady."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan couldn't help pinching her eyebrows: "Is it the only way to let her make trouble like this?"
"My lady will not cause trouble if she achieves her goal."
Song Shuwan: "..."
Waste, even a three-year-old child will be obedient after knowing that the goal is achieved, not to mention Zhen Yuan is not a three-year-old child yet.
"Go and talk to your lady and tell her that I must have her come back."
Jinque was still in a dilemma: "Well, then, slave, go try it."
Unexpectedly, before Jinque could leave the box door, there was an exclamation from below: "Oh my God, Miss Zhen is..."
"Come here!"
Zhen Yuan sounded with a sharp voice. Song Shuwan sensed something was wrong and immediately left the box without caring about the so-called low-key.
On the first floor, Zhen Yuan picked up the young man and tried to take her upstairs. However, the young man refused to cooperate and turned around and punched her.
With a "bang", the two people fell to the ground. The people around them retreated further, with shock on their faces.
In the silence, someone murmured: "This is the first time I've seen someone rob a civilian girl. This is the first time I've seen someone rob a storyteller."
Song Shuwan's lips twitched uncontrollably: "Miss Zhen!"
Song Shuwan shouted loudly and went downstairs under the eyes of everyone: "Miss Zhen, you are drunk."
As she spoke, she stepped forward to help Zhen Yuan, who frowned: "Who is drunk? I am not drunk after a thousand cups."
Song Shuwan held her hand and raised a stiff curve at the corner of her mouth: "Miss Zhen, you drank a lot today and are already drunk."
In the corner where no one could see, Song Shuwan's fingertips moved slightly, and a golden light flashed through. Zhen Yuan, who still wanted to argue, leaned forward and fell directly into Song Shuwan's arms.
"I'm really sorry. Miss Zhen just lost control when she was drunk. Please forgive me."
Song Shuwan said something to the young man, then called Jinque, and helped Zhen Yuan prepare to leave Mingyin Building.
At this moment, a laughing female voice came: "So it turns out that drunk women can also say that men behave randomly? But has Miss Zhen ever considered the reputation of others?"
Song Shuwan stopped and looked over following the sound. When she saw the group of people upstairs, her expression suddenly changed.
"Oh, it's the little princess and Prince Ning!"
People around him who recognized someone shouted, and in an instant, everyone in Mingyin Tower knelt on the ground: "I've seen the little princess, I've seen Prince Ning."
Prince Ning held a folding fan in his hand and raised his brows when he heard this: "No need to be polite, please get up. Princess Concubine, I am quite destined to you. I can meet you here, but how can you meet Zhen?"
Are you getting together with this crazy woman? This woman is not a good person."
Song Shuwan's lips twitched uncontrollably: "Miss Zhen is a true-tempered woman, Prince Ning should be careful when speaking."
She emphasized the word "woman", hoping that King Ning would pay attention to her remarks, but King Ning didn't care. He opened the folding fan in his hand and jumped directly from the second floor to the first floor.
At the same time, the little princess also walked down slowly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Is Miss Zhen okay? She just came out of the prison and drank so much wine. I'm afraid it will be bad for her health. How can the Crown Princess be?
I have to show it to her."
Song Shuwan supported Zhen Yuan and twitched the corners of her lips when she heard this: "Thank you for your concern, little princess. Miss Zhen's health is still very good and will not be affected by drinking."
"That's good. Miss Zhen has always been different from ordinary women. I'm quite worried that she will... Oh, look, what I said is all in the past."
The little princess's eyebrows were curved, and she looked at the boy to one side as she spoke: "Today's story is very nice. I'll come back to support you tomorrow."
The young man raised his hand and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Princess. I am very honored to make her happy."
The little princess smiled: "Uncle, I'm going back to the palace first."
"Well, go ahead."
Prince Ning waved his hand casually, but his eyes did not shift from Song Shuwan at all: "The Crown Princess..."
"Wan'er."
At this moment, a male voice suddenly came, and everyone looked around to see the people outside, and then subconsciously looked at the little princess.
"Pei Huan, why are you here?"
The little princess's smiling eyebrows suddenly glowed with light, and she quickly ran to the wheelchair outside Mingyin Building.
"Pei Huan, I..."
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly: "I have seen the little princess and I am not feeling well, so I will not salute you."
"It doesn't matter, you can just sit down."
The little princess stared at Pei Huan: "Pei Huan, are you here to find me?"
Pei Huan lowered his eyes slightly: "I'm here to find my wife, Wan'er, why are you still standing there? It's time to go back."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips: "Jinque, help your lady with me to the carriage."
"yes."
After putting Zhen Yuan on the carriage, Song Shuwan quickly walked towards Pei Huan and was about to touch the wheelchair. The little princess was one step ahead of her.
"Pei Huan, I, let me take you back home."
Pei Huan said calmly: "No, Wan'er, just push me back."
Song Shuwan glanced at the little princess, whose face was full of hurt: "Your Majesty, little princess..."
"There are many people outside the palace. The little princess should return to the palace as soon as possible. Don't stay here casually."
Pei Huan gave a simple warning and then motioned to Song Shuwan to push the wheelchair: "I'm going back home."
