Princess, something terrible has happened! The prince consort has attempted suicide again!

into the night.

Moonlight is like water.

Inside a private room in the brothel Yixiang Courtyard.

Chen Wenxuan came here to vent his frustrations on a girl after his daytime plan failed.

Even after enjoying the girl's services, he was still in a bad mood.

So close!

I was so close to winning Tang Wan's heart!

"Damn it! That bitch Tang Wan, when did she get a husband?"

Chen Wenxuan sent the girl away and sat alone at the table, drinking in silence. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the stranger it seemed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Just then, a servant's voice came from outside the door, "Young master, I've brought you some wine."

Chen Wenxuan didn't remember refilling his drink, but he didn't think much of it and casually replied, "Come in."

The servant boy pushed open the door and entered, carrying a tray of wine. He bowed and walked to the table.

"Young master, here's your wine."

The servant placed the wine pot on the table.

"This is none of your business. Don't bother me. Get out of here."

Chen Wenxuan, his face flushed and drunk, casually tossed a piece of silver to dismiss the drinker.

"Thank you for your generous gift, young master."

The servant happily pocketed the silver, bowed, and withdrew.

Just before closing the door, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Chen Wenxuan was completely unaware. He picked up the wine pot, filled it with wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

With a bang, he slammed his glass on the table, gritting his teeth, "No matter who you are, I'll make sure you get away with this!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and he collapsed to the ground.

"This wine..."

Chen Wenxuan was shocked and hurriedly raised his hand to call for help, "Someone help..."

The servant boy returned, closed the door, and walked up to Chen Wenxuan.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

“Who…who are you?”

Chen Wenxuan looked pained and barely managed to lift his eyes to look at the servant.

The servant finally raised his head, revealing a handsome face with a playful smile on his lips. "Chen Wenxuan, long time no see."

Zhang Xiaomeng!

Chen Wenxuan was immediately shocked and paled.

Wasn't he missing? How did he end up here?

Chen Wenxuan immediately tried to call for help, but the excruciating abdominal pain left him with no strength to speak.

Zhang Xiaomeng squatted down, a half-smile on his face, and said, "I ruined your plans, so you come here to drown your sorrows in alcohol. What a useless piece of trash."

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenxuan stared at him with frozen eyes, a thunderbolt suddenly exploding in his mind.

The mysterious person who crushed Liu Qingrou with a timeless poem and ruined her carefully laid plans was actually Zhang Xiaomeng, a good-for-nothing playboy in the eyes of others.

Absurdity, horror, and resentment all surged into my heart.

He used his last bit of strength to grab Zhang Xiaomeng's clothes, his eyes filled with pleading fear.

The mocking smile on Zhang Xiaomeng's face slowly faded, and his voice became as cold as the night wind.

"If you want to harm others, you should be prepared to be harmed yourself. Don't worry, Zhao Tianhao and Qian Youkang are waiting for you down there; you won't be alone."

He shook off the other person's hand, stood up indifferently, and let Chen Wenxuan die in agony and regret, his eyes wide open in death.

Immediately, he casually wiped the dust off his fingertips and calmly left the room.

Now I can find a quiet place to die.

But as he passed by the door of one of the private rooms, someone suddenly pushed the door open, pointed at him, and said, "You, come in and drink with me."

The other person was petite with a smooth and delicate face, making it difficult to tell at first glance that she was a woman dressed as a man.

But Zhang Xiaomeng recognized her; it was Liu Qingrou.

Why did she dress up as a man and go to a brothel? Does she have some kind of unusual fetish?

Zhang Xiaomeng was puzzled, but too lazy to investigate. He lowered his head and said, "Young master, I have other matters to attend to. How about I go and call a few girls to keep you company?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Come in when I told you to!"

Without saying a word, Liu Qingrou pulled Zhang Xiaomeng into the room.

"Pour me some wine," Liu Qingrou commanded in a low voice, adopting the demeanor of a wealthy young master.

Zhang Xiaomeng had no choice but to fill her glass with wine as instructed.

"You pour some too," Liu Qingrou said again.

Zhang Xiaomeng silently poured himself a glass as well.

"Come on! Drink!"

Liu Qingrou clinked glasses with Zhang Xiaomeng and drank it all in one gulp.

Taking advantage of her inattention, Zhang Xiaomeng secretly spilled the wine in his glass behind her.

Liu Qingrou drank three cups in one go, and as the alcohol took effect, a blush gradually appeared on her pretty face.

"They say brothels are a den of debauchery for men, so tonight I, this young master, will indulge myself."

She slammed a ten-tael silver ingot on the table and declared boldly, "Tonight, stay with me until we're both drunk, and this money is yours."

Zhang Xiaomeng raised an eyebrow, sensing that the woman had something on her mind.

He wasn't discouraged by his own poem, was he?

Before long, Liu Qingrou was already tipsy, her eyes gradually becoming hazy, and she began to talk to herself.

"I was devoted to him and forced myself to study, hoping to become his support."

"But all he cares about is power; he's no longer the person I knew back then."

"To achieve my goal, I'm even willing to give myself away... I'm even willing to give myself away."

"Waaah..."

As she was talking, she suddenly burst into tears.

Zhang Xiaomeng finally understood: this woman gave everything for love, only to find that she had misplaced her trust.

Seeing Liu Qingrou drunk and in tears, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but think of himself.

She misplaced her affections and was betrayed by those in power.

In his previous life, he was also deceived by love, ending up with a cuckold's head and suffering countless wounds.

The world is absurd, and love is the most bitter thing.

He couldn't help but silently raise his glass and sigh softly.

"We are both wanderers in this world, why should we need to have known each other before?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet amidst the bustling brothel, it carried a hint of world-weary desolation and loneliness.

Liu Qingrou froze, her tearful eyes suddenly fixed on Zhang Xiaomeng.

A mere servant boy in a brothel could compose such exquisite verses.

"you……"

Just as Liu Qingrou was about to ask a question, Zhang Xiaomeng preemptively explained.

"Young master, please don't misunderstand. I heard it from a guest and am just borrowing it for this situation."

Liu Qingrou had no doubts; after all, how could a mere servant possess such talent?

"I was out of control just now, please forgive me." Liu Qingrou wiped away her tears, feeling much more composed.

"In this life, who hasn't encountered a few scumbags? Get drunk, wake up, and you're good as new."

Liu Qingrou smiled upon hearing this, "You're right, a good drink will make you a hero again when you wake up. Come, this cup is for you."

The two raised their glasses and drank heartily.

Liu Qingrou was burdened with worries and tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

Zhang Xiaomeng had no intention of indulging in alcohol, but the sight of the scene stirred his emotions, and he became distracted, unknowingly succumbing to the effects of the wine.

When the two woke up, they found themselves sleeping in the same bed.

Liu Qingrou's long hair fell loose, revealing her true gender. A chill ran through her, and she glared angrily at Zhang Xiaomeng, "You! You ruined my reputation!"

Zhang Xiaomeng was also a little confused; drinking had led to trouble.

He immediately realized what was happening and explained, "Don't worry, our clothes are all intact, nothing must have happened."

Liu Qingrou quickly checked her condition and then breathed a sigh of relief.

How could she face people if word got out that she had spent the night with a strange man?

Zhang Xiaomeng noticed her concerns and quickly assured her, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this."

With that, he rolled out of bed, ready to slip away.

"stop!"

Liu Qingrou called out to him sharply.