On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 319 The Hangover
Fu Jingtong looked at her deeply and saw no other emotions in her eyes. His hand holding the cup tightened slightly and he did not want to continue chatting with Mrs. Wang and said.

"Mrs. Wang, I remember what you said. I haven't exchanged greetings with Miss Wang yet. She is the protagonist today. I, the guest, have to propose a toast."

"I'll take my leave now." He nodded to the two ladies and turned to look for Ye Zhiyu, who was surrounded by people.

Everyone pushed cups and changed cups. dignitaries gathered here and made peace one after another. Countless people came to toast her.

Fu Jingtong stood not far away, watching her drink one glass after another, and wanted to block her... He quickly retracted his outstretched leg, lowered his head and smiled obscurely.

I don’t know how many drinks he drank, but Ye Zhiyu’s whole vision was blurred, and he kept saying: “I can’t drink anymore, I, I have to change my clothes...”

A group of people gave chase and it was hard to get rid of them.

Back in the backyard, Ye Zhiyu sat on a small stone stool with his face pressed against the stone table, a silly smile on his face.

The ice is so cool and comfortable.

She put her hands on the stone table, closed her eyes and fell asleep. Someone poked her shoulder. She ignored it and was poked harder again.

Ye Zhiyu was irritated. Forget it once, you have to come a second time. She waved with her hand: "Don't touch me, I'm dizzy."

Feng Wumingjun's face darkened. He could smell the alcohol on her body even from such a distance. It was obvious how much he drank.

Also coming with Feng Wuming was Fu Jingtong. The two of them had important matters to discuss, so they came to sit in the palace garden.

I couldn't bear to see Ye Zhiyu sleeping in the yard smelling of alcohol.

Seeing that the prince's face was as cold as frost, Fu Jingtong immediately spoke up: "Your Majesty, Miss Wang is in a bad mood today. I wonder which room Miss Wang lives in?"

Feng Wuming narrowed his eyes.

Does he want to help?
Fu Jingtong really went to help Ye Zhiyu, he was gentle, and when he was about to lift Ye Zhiyu's face, a hand with clear joints grabbed him.

Fu Jingtong looked at him, and Feng Wuming looked calm: "She is in my palace, and I am responsible for her."

Fu Jingtong saw him holding Ye Zhiyu's waist and lifting her up. Her head shook twice in the air. He frowned: "How can the prince do this himself? I should do it..."

Feng Wuming looked at his stretched out hand, avoided him, said nothing, and his eyes were heavy.

Fu Jingtong could only retract his hand hanging in the air, feeling a little flustered.

The prince stared at him like this. Although he said nothing, it made him feel uneasy. Those dark eyes seemed to penetrate his heart and dig out what was hidden in his heart.

There are no secrets.

Fu Jingtong tensed up: "Then I'll trouble you, Your Majesty."

trouble?

Feng Wuming's voice was deep: "Why worry about my family's affairs?"

"You go back today and come back to the mansion tomorrow to discuss it."

Fu Jingtong looked at Ye Zhiyu and nodded after hesitating for a moment.

"Okay, then I'll take my leave."

After walking a few steps, he turned around. The prince supported Ye Zhiyu, with displeasure and impatience written on his handsome face. He grabbed Ye Zhiyu's erratic hands unceremoniously and gently, and then clasped her waist. Lean her upper body against yourself so that she won't fall easily.

Fu Jingtong was stunned for a moment, watching the two disappear into the night with complicated expressions, and turned to leave.

The next morning.

Ye Zhiyu rubbed his head and got up from the bed with a splitting headache.

She patted her head with her hands. Everyone came over to drink with her last night. She didn't know how much she drank.

Just...how did she come back?
"Girl, you're finally awake. Get up and wash up and eat." The maid Caiping walked into the room with face wash.

Ye Zhiyu frowned, why did she drink so much yesterday? She looked at the maid in front of her.

"Who sent you here?"

"The prince asked his servant to take care of you."

Ye Zhiyu nodded and pressed her temples thinking of her child.

She had a hangover all night, two children... She asked anxiously. "Where are Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan?"

"Mommy is taking them to play, don't worry..." Caiping helped her up and babbled while dressing her up.

"Girl, it's true that you drank so much. Yesterday, the prince sent you back to your room and asked the slaves to serve you. Your face was very ugly. I'm afraid he was angry."

Ye Zhiyu was stunned.

Did Feng Wuming send her back?

He... condescended to send her a drunkard home?And specially found a maid to take care of her?

This sounds a bit fantasy.

The color screen continued.

"But I think the reason why the prince is angry is because you don't care about your body. The prince is actually very considerate towards girls. He is the man who others say is a sharp-tongued man with a soft mouth and a heart..."

Ye Zhiyu let her play around, listening to her words and thinking desperately that she wasn't drunk and crazy last night, right?

If she gets drunk and goes crazy and accidentally reveals all her usual complaints about Feng Wuming, then she will definitely not dare to see him.

Damn it.

Ye Zhiyu recalled, maybe not?

She felt relieved now and said to Caiping.

"Don't say this nonsense. I want you to say it as if the prince is interested in me."

"There's no way he's interested in me."

Caiping pursed her lips: "I don't think this slave..."

"Don't you think it's because you don't understand your prince? He is cold-faced and cold-hearted... Even if he is really interested in me, I don't dare to have any ideas about him."

Ye Zhiyu changed his clothes under the service of Caiping, opened the doors and windows, and the fresh air hit his nostrils.

A gentle breeze rustled the ginkgo leaves, which was refreshing.

What comes into view are rows of green bamboos, tall ginkgo trees, and a small breeze pond.

And... Feng Wuming's unparalleled handsome face.

There was a green glaze tea set on the table. He drank the tea and raised his eyelids to look at her lightly, then quickly took it back.

Ye Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat, looking at his expressionless face, he slowly walked over.

"Your Majesty, I was drunk yesterday. Thank you very much for sending me back and sending me a maid to take care of me."

"I wonder if I lost my temper after drinking last night?"

Ye Zhiyu's eyes were lively: "If I lose my temper while drunk, or say something random, please don't take it to heart, Your Majesty, and don't argue with a drunkard."

"No matter what was said or done, those were not my true thoughts."

Feng Wuming laughed without knowing why.

"I have only ever heard people tell the truth while drunk."

Ye Zhiyu was terrified.

Oops, did she really say some nonsense that cannot be said?Greeted his eight generations of ancestors?
impossible!
She looked at Feng Wuming with erratic eyes, he must be deceiving her!
If she really scolded him to death, he would definitely settle accounts with her.

She smiled awkwardly: "This is not meant for everyone, there are always exceptions."

Seeing that there was no tea in his cup, she took the initiative to pour it for him with a good attitude.

"Thank you again, Your Majesty, for your help."

Looking at her hand, Feng Wuming asked instead without taking the tea cup.

"Thanks for a cup of tea?"

(End of this chapter)