It seemed that as Yang Chuxiaās gaze fell on him, he immediately opened his eyes. The alcohol-induced haze made them look misty. His slightly damp hair let droplets of water slide down from his forehead to the corner of his lips. Leaning against the wooden tub, his lean and muscular chest was fully exposed. One couldnāt deny, Brother An looked quite alluring like this.
"Darling... hehe..."
But the very next moment, with that call and his silly laugh, the allure vanished, leaving only a foolish cuteness.
"Darling, come here."
Seeing Yang Chuxia not moving, he beckoned with his hand.
"Have you sobered up?" Yang Chuxia asked, as she walked closer, noticing a hint of clarity in his eyes.
"I wasnāt that drunk to begin with," Ye Ziāan muttered, "I took medicine, so I couldnāt get too drunk."
"Even if you werenāt drunk, you still drank," Yang Chuxia said, twisting his ear again, "Getting bold, huh? Who let you drink? Who gave you permission to drink? Didnāt Mu Shaoling tell you not to touch alcohol for half a year?"
"Uh..." Ye Ziāan couldnāt help but rub his forehead, taking a while before removing his hand, his eyes glistening with tears as he slowly said, "I forgot!"
He genuinely forgot about that rule.
"Pfft... what did you say?" Yang Chuxia almost got infuriated by him. Just a light "forgot" and thatās it? The hand twisting his ear involuntarily applied some strength, "Why didnāt you forget yourself? You still knew to come home, didnāt throw yourself out?"
"Darling, of course not, coming home is instinctive; no matter what, I have to come home." Ye Ziāan pulled down the hand twisting his ear with both hands, chuckling, "Darling, I was wrong, donāt be angry. Next time Iāll watch out, wonāt drink again, okay? I truly forgot, didnāt think too much at the moment. You twisting my ear doesnāt matter, but itās your hand doing the twisting, doesnāt it hurt you?"
"Shoo, shoo..." Yang Chuxia slapped his hand away, "Stop trying to sweet-talk me."
"Darling, I really quarreled with Cousin today."
"Why?"
"Differences in opinion I guess." Ye Ziāan waved dismissively, "Isnāt that normal? Who knew people would spread it like an earthquake, making it a sensational gossip."
"Then what happened with you drinking with Prince Fu?" Yang Chuxia asked again.
"Just like he said, met on the road." But he deliberately ran into him. Ye Ziāan pulled her closer, then whispered by her ear, "Iāll tell you about it later."
Hearing him say so, Yang Chuxia didnāt ask further.
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"Did the two actually argue?" Prince Le reclined leisurely in the rear garden of Prince Leās Mansion.
"Yes, Master, they really argued. People from Prince Zhuangās Mansion have confirmed it," said a guard, "And after returning to Prince Anās Mansion, Ye Ziāan even lost his temper at Madam Ye."
"Oh? Him, a man afraid of his wife, lost his temper at the madam?" Prince Le sounded as if he had heard some sort of joke, "Is that even possible? I would believe it if you said Ye Ziāan lost his temper at the Emperor, but saying he lost his temper at the madam is something I truly canāt believe."
"But your highness, thatās indeed the case," his subordinate was also quite helpless, "Maybe he was upset after the quarrel with Prince Zhuang. When he got back, Madam Ye asked him why he quarreled with Prince Zhuang, and Ye Ziāan told her to butt out of their business. After that, he disappeared until now, coming back to Prince Anās Mansion dead drunk, and was even brought back by Prince Fu."