Chapter 8: Drunken Frenzy
Yan Chuyue had been feeling quite down lately.
Especially when reading the booklet summarizing recent events around the Heartflame Empire, her mood worsened.
What happened?
Firstly, the man she met in Cloudmist City vanished overnight.
Although she understood that abandoning his identity and starting anew was a reasonable course of action after those incidents, he could have at least told her who he was now.
Did she hold so little weight in his heart…?
Of course, Yan Chuyue, or rather, Gong Youyuan, wasn’t one to dwell on romantic matters.
Since she couldn’t contact him, she focused on her cultivation and gathering information.
Then she noticed something strange.
The Hehuan Sect and Dongyang Sect, who were supposed to be fighting, hadn’t clashed at all.
Instead, they jointly explored a secret realm, and the Hehuan Sect members were subsequently eliminated by a combined force of the Heartflame Empire and Dongyang Sect.
And supposedly, the mastermind behind this was an immortal master from a sect she had never heard of.
“What? What? What is all this?”
Yan Chuyue wanted to reread her own novel. This was utterly absurd.
Although this world generally followed her plot, some people seemed to be ripping up her script and rewriting it.
If this was happening now, would the future deviate even further from her original plan…?
Then, something even more unexpected happened.
After the Cloudmist City incident, Yan Zilan hardly dared to make a move against her, secretly plotting something bigger instead.
However, as soon as Yan Chuyue left the pharmacy, she was knocked unconscious and stuffed into a sack.
Later, she woke up in a moving carriage. After what seemed like a short journey, she was taken out.
When the sack was removed from her head, her eyes almost popped out.
“Aunt Lingyue?”
Yes.
The one who kidnapped her was Shangguan Lingyue.
This made Yan Chuyue both amused and bewildered.
“Aunt Lingyue, this is the capital… what’s going on?”
Shangguan Lingyue helped her down from the carriage and led her towards her manor. “To keep things secret, I had to resort to this. You’re not angry, are you, Chuyue?”
“Angry? Not really…”
Yan Chuyue smiled wryly. “But please explain why you kidnapped me.”
This was getting more and more confusing.
In her novel, she wouldn’t meet Shangguan Lingyue for at least another six months, and there was no such absurd kidnapping incident.
“About that…” Shangguan Lingyue chuckled awkwardly. “I’m not entirely sure either. You can ask the Immortal Master who asked me to bring you here.”
“Immortal Master?”
“You must have heard of her, right?” Shangguan Lingyue said. “That Immortal Master who almost eradicated the Hehuan Sect. Her activities are around your area.”
…What a coincidence!
She had been wondering who this person was, and now she was told that this person wanted to see her.
Just who was this person…?
As she was thinking, a black-haired girl walked past.
She had seen this girl before…!
Wasn’t this the disciple of that Young Master Guan Yilin?
“Miss Qiu Ming?” Yan Chuyue asked instinctively.
But when Qiu Shui looked up, she saw a stranger.
“Who are you?”
Oh right, she had used a disguise before. This girl was seeing her real face, so it was normal for her to not recognize her.
Wait… Yan Chuyue suddenly realized something.
Why was this girl… here?
If she was here, did that mean Guan Yilin was also here?
No… the identity of Guan Yilin was most likely fake. Then this person’s true identity… could it be the Immortal Master? So that’s why she was called here.
“But I remember the Immortal Master being a woman…”
Just then…
A lazy and slightly crazed voice came from behind her.
“Little Qiu Shui~~~”
A woman with a veil and flowing hair stumbled in, a gust of wind swirling around her. She leaped over Yan Chuyue and landed in Qiu Shui’s arms.
Qiu Shui: “…Master?”
Shangguan Lingyue: “…???”
Yan Chuyue: “…???”
Before Qiu Shui could ask, a strong smell of alcohol wafted from her master.
She… had been drinking?
Qiu Shui couldn’t help but ask, “What happened? Did you drink in the palace?”
Gong Yiling, slightly dizzy, rubbed Qiu Shui’s cheeks, distorting her face.
“Mmm… mmm… Little Qiu Shui, heeheehee.”
She nuzzled Qiu Shui’s chest, acting drunk and unrestrained.
“Master!”
Feeling a strange sensation on her chest, Qiu Shui turned to Shangguan Lingyue and asked, “What… what in the palace could have made her like this?”
Shangguan Lingyue stroked her chin. “Based on my estimation, she probably drank my brother’s special wine, Sleep Till Daybreak.”
“Sleep Till Daybreak?” Qiu Shui was puzzled. “Master isn’t usually so careless.”
“This wine has a unique characteristic,” Shangguan Lingyue explained. “It doesn’t taste like alcohol at first, more like juice. It has a slight alcoholic scent, but it doesn’t feel intoxicating.”
“But two hours after consumption, its potency hits you all at once, and it’s much stronger than any other wine on the market.”
“That’s why… it’s called Sleep Till Daybreak.”
“What Sleep Till Daybreak?”
Gong Yiling flailed her arms around drunkenly. “I’m not drunk! Not drunk, not drunk, not drunk! I’m not drunk!”
Her voice wasn’t just lazy; it was seductive, almost bone-melting.
“Yes, yes…” Qiu Shui said with a wry smile. “Master isn’t drunk. Master isn’t drunk.”
“Heehee… I can still drink, still drink.”
“No more, no more. Master, why don’t you go and rest?”
“No… heehee, Little Qiu Shui, why is your chest so soft? So soft…”
Qiu Shui: “…”
Shangguan Lingyue: “…”
Yan Chuyue: “……………”
Yan Chuyue was speechless.
Could… could this person really be the young master from before? No way, no way, no way, right?
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