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Jun Lin Sheng seemed to especially like the tavern where he met Jun Lin Feng last time.

Yun Liu Ya felt that it was strange and looked at the cymbidium's solemn face, but she did not ask anymore questions, and stepped onto the stairs while holding her skirt.

Yun Liu Ya's soul had yet to settle, and before she could even raise her head, a familiar voice that was filled with boundless anger suddenly rang out from a certain place.

"Scram!"

When Yun Liu Ya looked over, she couldn't help but be shocked once again. She had never met Jun Lin Sheng in such a state of emotions before.

What, exactly?

Not far away, Jun Lin Sheng was leaning against the windy pavilion, holding a jug of wine that was constantly dripping a transparent liquid. The wine that had a slightly yellowish hue extended along his black robe all the way to the ground.

He turned his face to face with the few twinkling stars in the night sky, his long dark hair fluttering in the wind. Her exquisite and unparalleled beautiful profile carried a decadent expression, like a mountain that was about to collapse. Although she was in a sorry state, she was still swaying slowly.

The Jun Lin Sheng in his memory had never been so sloppy before, a trace of sadness flashed across the bottom of his heart.

He was always very imposing, and his innate flirtatiousness and charm caused her to feel stifled while at the same time she had to admit how powerful the impact his poetical and picturesque skin brought her. When did he become like this? His clothes were untidy, and even his outer robe was on the ground, revealing the charming and beautiful white skin on one side.

Only now did she understand why the cymbidium wasn't willing to come up. It was obvious that this guy couldn't get close to her right now, and she also couldn't get close.

Yun Liu Ya did not speak, she quietly bent down and picked up the cups one by one from the ground, and then slowly walked over and sat down on the only piece of wood that was left over, she focused on the pieces of wood in her hands, and spoke casually: "Prince is truly lively, with such a good night's worth of wine, how could it not be a pity to not have someone to accompany you?"

The body in the attic paused, then turned around, her hand still holding the empty wine jug suspended in the air. Flying Sow's long hair quieted down at the same time she turned around, falling sideways onto her body and shoulders.

Yun Liu Ya turned her head at the same time, and under Yu Haoyue's gaze, she saw Jun Lin Sheng's beautiful face, which was suddenly exposed to the cold wind.

Her heart froze for a moment, especially when it touched those soul-stirring eyes of hers. Because that place was like a thousand year old autumn. It seemed to have experienced an endless barren desert, which finally allowed one to escape with great difficulty. The originally beautiful and chaotic scene was now only left with a miserable and vicissitudes of life.

Their gazes met, and they were speechless. Inexplicable feelings were reflected in each other's eyes.

"Ha!" Jun Lin Sheng's deep purple pupils contracted a little after coming into contact with Yun Liu Ya's figure, the expression in his eyes flickered for a moment, and suddenly formed a shocking arc with his bright lips.

"Why aren't you pulling apart from This King today? You actually took the initiative to come over." The cold smile on his lips had a hint of untraceable sarcasm and astringency.

Yun Liu Ya's heart was once again ignited with raging anger. This guy really was a vengeful person. She actually remembered those unintentional words from back then. But now that she thought about it, these words were indeed a bit too much.

"Talking to drunkards, what's the point of taking the initiative?" She didn't like to give in, especially when facing Jun Lin Sheng.

However, she still felt a little guilty, lowering her head, not daring to look into those sharp beautiful eyes. She couldn't let him see her apology that way.

"Drunk?" Jun Lin Sheng carefully savoured the meaning of the word, the smile on his lips turning into self-mockery. He stroked his long and thick eyelashes, which could not help but cause the girls to feel envious. Thick, unbreakable emotions flowed in his eyes.

"If I can get drunk and forget what happened in the past, it would be a good way to get over it once and for all."

His sigh was long and profound, like a thousand-year-old mountain of snow that suddenly shook its massive body, and the snow came crashing down in an overwhelming posture.

If, if he could really get drunk, if getting drunk once could really numb his constantly tense nerves, why would he have to drag himself into this bottomless quagmire so deeply that he was unable to extricate himself?

If he did not say it, perhaps no one would ever know that this prince who seemed to be one of the most prosperous and unbeatable in the world was actually the most pathetic of thousands of sad people.

On the sixth day of the seventh month of the year in Chu, he would never forget this day, never, never, even after his life. Because ten years ago, today, was the day when his matriarch, Xiang Xiao Yu, died in the Dian Lan Palace.

Many years ago, when there was no harem and the Imperial Consort Yu ruled over the harem, it was the same for a long time. That year, Jun Lin Sheng was ten years old and was the most unattainable prince in the Imperial Family. Even though at that time, he was still a piece of cake.

However, ever since he had become sensible, he had already sensed the disdain and hatred concealed in his respected father's eyes as he looked at her matriarch. It was only during the Dazhou Palace banquet that royal father would hold onto mother's hand and kneel in front of a hundred officials and exclaim, "Long live our Emperor! Long live the Imperial Consort Yu! Long live and thousand live thousand years!"

The beauty of the matriarch was naturally unrivalled. Even the young him who was sitting beside his father while his elder brother sat beside him, couldn't help but sigh inwardly at how beautiful the matriarch was.

That magnificent and golden palace, those meticulously dressed beauties in the harem could not even compare to the smile that was slightly revealed on matriarch's red lips.

But royal father didn't seem to care about the looks and praise of these people. matriarch has been practicing dancing since childhood and her figure is extremely soft. Every time foreign envoys come to pay their respects, matriarch will dance to cheer them up. And every move of the matriarch, every action they made, naturally suppressed everyone. All the ministers who watched on the side had their eyes shining, even salivating.

"My beloved concubine is deeply in my heart." Even in front of all the officials, royal father was always very stingy with his praise for the matriarch, and would only say this sentence at the end with care.