Without standing firmly, he staggered and fell down with a "bang--"

His head hit hard on the sharp part of the chair, and blood flowed.

"Prince!" Wuming was startled and hurried over to help him.

Dongfang Aoshi was very uncooperative and struggled restlessly, and refused to stand up.

A big hole broke on his forehead, the wound was very deep, and blood kept flowing out, dyeing his clothes red.

The person who drank alcohol had great brute force, and Wuming had no way to hold Dongfang Aoshi at all.

So, he rushed to the door and shouted, "Maintain the business!"

"Mr. Wuming." The manager heard the voice and rushed in with a few maids.

"I will call the imperial physician alone, and others will come to help." Wuming suppressed Dongfang Aoshi and prevented him from moving any more, so as not to bump into something again.

"Yes." The manager made arrangements immediately.

The maid hurriedly ran to call someone.

Wuming asked the manager to call a few guards over, and everyone worked together to carry Dongfang Aoshi back to the room.

The imperial doctor came soon.

First, I gave Dongfang Aoshi some medicine to calm him down.

Then, I gave Dongfang Aoshi medicine.

A large group of people finally settled Dongfang Aoshi until midnight.

Dongfang Aoshi is asleep.

Wuming asked the maid to stay and see him, but he and the manager retreated outside the door.

"What happened? Why did the prince suddenly run to the study to drink?" Wuming's thick eyebrows frowned deeply.

"Probably... it's related to the princess." The manager hesitated and said uncertainly.

"perhaps?"

The manager nodded and simply described what had just happened, "...The prince and the princess were in the room, and there seemed to be a little dispute. At that time, we were all outside. They were very quiet and could not hear clearly. They only heard the princess say General Han and other things... Then, the prince turned into this."

After the manager finished speaking, he sighed deeply.

General Han?

Wuming's chest jumped—

Gentle tells Dongfang Aoshi what happened in the past?

"Mr. Wuming..." The manager hesitated and asked.

"What?"

"What happened between the prince and the princess?" The manager couldn't figure out what kind of feud between Dongfang Aoshi and Wenrou would make such an unpleasant thing."

"Nothing." Wuming's eyes flashed slightly, "It's just some old things, it's good that they've passed."

Yeah?

The manager looked at the guest room where Wenrou lived, then looked at the room behind him, sighing deeply, feeling that things were not as simple as Mr. Wuming said.

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Gentle all night, my chest was filled with stuffy pain.

Lying on the bed..., tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep.

After finally falling asleep, those terrible scenes of the previous life will appear in the dream, and they will be awakened in an instant.

Trouble and repeat.

In the end, Gentle had no choice but to stop sleeping.

She lay there with her eyes open and stayed until after three o'clock in the morning before she finally felt sleepy and fell asleep.

In a few hours, I woke up again.

It was already past eight o'clock in the morning.

Although Gentle was very tired, she lay on the bed... but couldn't sleep.

Just get up and wash.

There was no one in the room, and neither the manager nor the maid were there. Without standing firmly, he staggered and fell down with a "bang--"

His head hit hard on the sharp part of the chair, and blood flowed.

"Prince!" Wuming was startled and hurried over to help him.

Dongfang Aoshi was very uncooperative and struggled restlessly, and refused to stand up.

A big hole broke on his forehead, the wound was very deep, and blood kept flowing out, dyeing his clothes red.

The person who drank alcohol had great brute force, and Wuming had no way to hold Dongfang Aoshi at all.

So, he rushed to the door and shouted, "Maintain the business!"

"Mr. Wuming." The manager heard the voice and rushed in with a few maids.

"I will call the imperial physician alone, and others will come to help." Wuming suppressed Dongfang Aoshi and prevented him from moving any more, so as not to bump into something again.

"Yes." The manager made arrangements immediately.

The maid hurriedly ran to call someone.

Wuming asked the manager to call a few guards over, and everyone worked together to carry Dongfang Aoshi back to the room.

The imperial doctor came soon.

First, I gave Dongfang Aoshi some medicine to calm him down.

Then, I gave Dongfang Aoshi medicine.

A large group of people finally settled Dongfang Aoshi until midnight.

Dongfang Aoshi is asleep.

Wuming asked the maid to stay and see him, but he and the manager retreated outside the door.

"What happened? Why did the prince suddenly run to the study to drink?" Wuming's thick eyebrows frowned deeply.

"Probably... it's related to the princess." The manager hesitated and said uncertainly.

"perhaps?"

The manager nodded and simply described what had just happened, "...The prince and the princess were in the room, and there seemed to be a little dispute. At that time, we were all outside. They were very quiet and could not hear clearly. They only heard the princess say General Han and other things... Then, the prince turned into this."

After the manager finished speaking, he sighed deeply.

General Han?

Wuming's chest jumped—

Gentle tells Dongfang Aoshi what happened in the past?

"Mr. Wuming..." The manager hesitated and asked.

"What?"

"What happened between the prince and the princess?" The manager couldn't figure out what kind of feud between Dongfang Aoshi and Wenrou would make such an unpleasant thing."

"Nothing." Wuming's eyes flashed slightly, "It's just some old things, it's good that they've passed."

Yeah?

The manager looked at the guest room where Wenrou lived, then looked at the room behind him, sighing deeply, feeling that things were not as simple as Mr. Wuming said.

************************Oriental split line**********************************************

Gentle all night, my chest was filled with stuffy pain.

Lying on the bed..., tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep.

After finally falling asleep, those terrible scenes of the previous life will appear in the dream, and they will be awakened in an instant.

Trouble and repeat.

In the end, Gentle had no choice but to stop sleeping.

She lay there with her eyes open and stayed until after three o'clock in the morning before she finally felt sleepy and fell asleep.

In a few hours, I woke up again.

It was already past eight o'clock in the morning.

Although Gentle was very tired, she lay on the bed... but couldn't sleep.

Just get up and wash.
Chapter completed!