After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 131 I only wish you happiness

With grand ambitions in her heart, she downed the rest of the wine jug in one gulp, gazing dazedly at the handsome man before her.

She chuckled softly, "Hehe, where did this male model come from? How about keeping me company tonight?"

Her restless fingers hooked the man's chin, and her fingertips slid down his chin and gently pressed against his Adam's apple.

"So nice, I want to kiss you."

His fatal weakness was mercilessly touched, and Shan Baiyu blushed deeply, his face turning bright red.

"Your Highness, you are drunk."

"Shh," Shi Nuanyu pinched his lips in displeasure and shook her head, "Don't talk. You're already mine, don't argue..."

With her soft, boneless body leaning lightly against the man, Shi Nuanyu slowly blinked, grabbed the man's collar, forced him to bend over, and took a big bite out of his face.

Dan Baiyu's pupils constricted, and his body tensed, not daring to move.

The warm, moist touch rubbed against my face, and soft lips kissed my cheek.

“Red apples are delicious,” Shi Nuanyu said, pointing to the teeth marks on the man’s face. “What brand of apple are you? How come you’re so delicious?”

She reached out and poked her soft cheek, then looked closer, bewildered, at the teeth marks on the man's face.

"But why is the apple so soft? Nuannuan can't bite into it."

Shi Nuanyu swayed violently. Shan Baiyu reached out and stopped an inch around her waist, then hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Your Highness, it's windy tonight, let me take you back."

The woman he admired was acting so strangely in his arms; if this continued...

"No," Shi Nuanyu pouted her red lips and struggled to break free from his embrace. "Nuan Nuan doesn't want to go back. Nuan Nuan wants to be close to handsome men."

What does "贴贴" mean?
Dan Baiyu pondered, his gaze falling on those red lips. Could it be intimacy?

A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. "I am the one to serve you tonight. Who else does Your Highness wish to seek?"

Am I really so unworthy of her attention?
"Why are you angry?" Shi Nuanyu asked, rubbing the man's furrowed brows in confusion. "Anger ages you faster. Do you want to become a wretched old man?"

She doesn't like wrinkled old men; male models should be handsome like male models.

Dan Baiyu stared blankly at the woman with a dazed look in her eyes. He had gone mad after all; she was talking nonsense while drunk.

Looking at the drunken woman, his heart pounded, and he finally asked the question that had been hidden in his heart.

"Does Nuan Nuan like me?"

He called out the name he had uttered countless times in his heart, and stared intently into the woman's eyes.

"Who, who are you?" Shi Nuanyu asked in a daze, bumping her head on the man's chin. The pain made her angrily cover her forehead.

With teary eyes, she glared angrily at the man, "You bad guy, you're bullying Nuannuan."

She sniffed and took a step back in dissatisfaction.

Not only did he not get an answer, but he was also labeled as the bad guy. Shan Baiyu coaxed him, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Nuan Nuan, let go of my hand, shall I rub it for you?"

"Really?" Shi Nuanyu looked at him suspiciously, then lowered her hand with some doubt and offered her head up. "You have to be gentle."

The woman's bewildered and innocent appearance disturbed his thoughts. Shan Baiyu nodded slightly and gently rubbed her forehead.

His gaze was fixed on her eyes and brows; the surrounding scenery paled in comparison to her beauty. His fingertips slid down and caressed the corners of her eyes.

"Nuan Nuan should not drink alcohol in the future."

She was irresistible when she was intoxicated.

Shi Nuanyu blinked blankly, raised her hands to cup the man's face, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Shan Baiyu, you must be happy."

The alcohol took effect, and her mind became hazy. She could no longer resist the drowsiness and fell asleep in his arms.

Are you happy?
Dan Baiyu's affectionate gaze fell on the woman in his arms, and at that moment he knew how to answer her question.

His heart was filled with warmth, untainted by any other factors.

Inside the Drunken Master's Residence, a gentle and refined man plucked the strings of a zither, the music long and melodious, reflecting his melancholy. "My lord, the princess is staying at Ningxiang Residence tonight."

Qinghe's movements as she played the zither suddenly quickened, the music transforming into waves of killing intent. The bamboo forest rustled as the falling bamboo leaves turned into a rain of swords that swept into the forest.

"If the Grand Preceptor is feeling troubled, he shouldn't take it out on me."

A cheerful voice came from the forest, and a man wearing a fanged mask came riding the wind, his body as light as a swallow as he stepped on the bamboo.

The smile in Qinghe's eyes didn't reach his eyes; he simply gestured for him to enter.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has come in person; I was merely there to welcome him. Why should I be angry?"

Yu Changfeng leaped into the courtyard and walked steadily to sit down in front of him.

"I cannot make decisions about half of the affairs in Beilin. The ruler of Beilin is inherently suspicious, and I cannot stop him from cooperating with whomever he chooses."

He also contributed to the investigation, yet he was unjustly slandered.

Qinghe poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "Young Master Shan asked so casually, why do you take it to heart?"

Yu Changfeng scoffed, not caring about any of that.

“The Prince of Anchang’s secret forces have been largely eliminated. Now he is nothing but a clown. If he is cornered and acts rashly, Your Highness’s safety will be in danger.”

They all knew what Anchang King's goal was; it was nothing more than the throne.

"To negotiate with a tiger for its skin is to invite disaster."

Qinghe's eyes revealed disdain, but he felt a hidden worry when he thought of someone.

"On the day of the important examination, I would be grateful if Your Highness would take great care of me."

It's really mentally taxing.

Shi Nuanyu clutched the thin blanket tightly, staring at the ceiling with tears welling up in her eyes. The man beside her held her tightly in his arms, his strong arms encircling her waist. She wanted to break free but was powerless to do so.

A few months ago, this man looked quite thin and weak, but now he's so strong that she can't even sneak away.

So she drank herself into oblivion last night?

Is this body so sensitive that it can't tolerate even a drop of alcohol?
Shi Nuanyu slowly turned her head to look at the sleeping man. She wondered if she had done anything indecent to the young man last night.

You're such a jerk, you're such a jerk.

She moved her legs gently, and found that she felt no discomfort and there were no strange marks on the man's body.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

After lying down for a while, she felt an unbearable bloating and pain in her lower abdomen, and she was about to burst.

She reached out and poked the man's waist. "Shan Baiyu, wake up. Stop pretending to be asleep."

Upon being exposed, Shan Baiyu opened her eyes in a panic, her ears burning hot, like ripe tomatoes.

Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and, feigning seriousness, got up to help her get dressed.

"Your Highness, let me help you to get up."

Shi Nuanyu's pupils trembled; how could this person suddenly be so virtuous?

And what about that phrase, "for my husband"?

Did he take the wrong medicine?
"No, no need, I can manage on my own."

She quickly wiped her face a couple of times, then swiftly put on her clothes to stop him from getting closer.

"Stand still."

After saying that, she quickly ran out of the bedroom.

Dan Baiyu frowned slightly, looking puzzled, and took out a book called "The Rules of a Wise Husband" from under his pillow to read it carefully.

That's what the book says: to win a woman's heart, one must be virtuous and kind. Could it be that the book vendor was trying to fool him?
He still needs to practice his cooking skills more. He didn't eat much chicken yesterday, probably because it didn't suit her taste.

It's a ghost! It's a ghost!

Without stopping, Shi Nuanyu instinctively ran towards Zuijun. Could it be that the princess's mansion had been invaded by some evil spirit? How did a perfectly good place for political intrigue turn into a lovemaking venue?

Was she watching a pirated copy?