Chapter 81: Yuanyang Wine Pot

Chapter 81

However, the weapon He Zhiran had used to kill someone at that time was much bigger than this mini handgun. Moreover, the might of that weapon was still vivid in his mind. Even he couldn't figure out how that hidden weapon was shot out, which showed how fast it was.

Seeing Mo Jiuye was already attracted by this mini handgun, He Zhiran intended to press the advantage.

"You've seen my weapon. With me following you, not only will I not become a burden, but I can also assist you."

Mo Jiuye was still hesitating.

He Zhiran continued persuading: "Think about my medical skills. In case Nan Qi stealthily puts something nasty in the food and drinks, I would be able to detect it the first time, right?"

Hearing her speak plausibly, Mo Jiuye finally compromised.

"You can come with me. But if we encounter any danger, saving your own life is the most important thing. Don't mind me, got it?"

He Zhiran nodded quickly: "Got it, got it. Don't worry, I will definitely not put myself in any danger."

After settling the matter, the two returned to bed again. Despite neither of them having any shred of drowsiness, they still tried hard to maintain a posture, for fear of any accidental physical contact...

Early next morning, Peng Wang indeed didn't arrange to continue rushing on the journey.

For this reason, everyone was a little puzzled.

However, no one took the initiative to ask the reason. Of course they were happy to have an extra day of rest at the inn.

It wasn't until close to noon when a carriage arrived outside the inn.

The coachman came in to invite Mo Jiuye, and the officers didn't show any intention of stopping him. Then everyone suddenly realized why they didn't continue the journey today, and it turned out to be related to Mo Jiuye!

They just didn't know who would have such great power to not only make them halt the journey temporarily, but also to send a carriage to pick up the convicted felon.

Mo's old lady worriedly held Mo Jiuye's arm.

"Jiuye?"

Mo Jiuye patted Mo's old lady's arm lightly: "Mother, don't worry. An acquaintance has prepared a farewell dinner for your son. I'll go and come back soon."

Although Mo's old lady felt worried in her heart, after all she was someone who had seen the world.

She deeply knew she couldn't stop her son's footsteps.

Therefore she earnestly exhorted: "You're no longer the prestigious Duke Who Protects the Country. Don't stick your neck out for things."

"Mother, don't worry. I'm going with my husband, nothing will happen."

In order to let her mother-in-law feel at ease, He Zhiran took the initiative to help Mo Jiuye explain.

"Duke being able to invite my husband and I to dine disregarding criticism is the greatest honor to us as a couple. How could we let you personally pour the wine?"

As He Zhiran spoke, she went directly to his side without even glancing at Nan Qi's about-to-be-constipated face. First she filled the wine cups.

Nan Qi stared fixedly at He Zhiran's hand holding the wine jug. Seeing she didn't press that button, he felt slightly relieved.

He Zhiran pretended not to notice Nan Qi's fleeting constipated expression and soon refilled Mo Jiuye's cup.

In order to verify whether the wine cup had poison, she deliberately said loudly: "This wine smells so fragrant. What a pity I don't drink. I'll just take the liberty of smelling it."

As she talked, she swiftly picked up Mo Jiuye's cup and held it under her nose to sniff, then put it back after making sure there was no problem.

"Excuse me for my bad lifelong habit since young to like smelling good wine despite not drinking."

The corner of Nan Qi's mouth twitched.

"It doesn't matter. There's no outsider here. Sister-in-law please feel at ease."

Mo Jiuye could naturally understand He Zhiran's series of actions telling him the wine was fine.

Thus, Mo Jiuye took the initiative to lift the wine cup.

"Thank Duke Nan for not despising me for my convicted status and seeing me off. Jiuye will drink first to you."

Seeing Mo Jiuye drink all of the wine in one gulp, Nan Qi didn't equivocate and finished it in one go too.

Seeing Nan Qi about to take the wine jug again, He Zhiran promptly stood up and grasped the wine jug in her hand.

"I'll pour."

Seeing He Zhiran still didn't press that mechanism button, Nan Qi guessed she shouldn't have discovered anything odd about the wine jug.

Only problem was, with her hugging the wine jug refusing to let go, how could he pour the poisoned wine into Mo Jiuye's cup?

Thinking of this, Nan Qi felt vexed in his heart.

However, no matter how he indicated he wanted to personally pour wine for this brother, He Zhiran always managed to snatch the wine jug first somehow.

At the same time, He Zhiran inspected every dish on the table and gave Mo Jiuye a signal after confirming no issue with the food for him to eat to his heart's content without worries.

Soon, the non-poisoned portion of wine in the jug got completely poured out by He Zhiran.

Seeing there was no change in Mo Jiuye's complexion, she could ascertain he had decent capacity for liquor.

As for Nan Qi, although he still sat upright, his face had turned red.

If these two competed in drinking, Nan Qi would definitely be the first to pass out.