It seed that as Yang Chuxia’s gaze fell on him, he imdiately 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 couldn’t deny, Brother An looked quite alluring like this.
"Darling... hehe..."
But the very next mont, with that call and his silly laugh, the allure vanished, leaving only a foolish cuteness.
"Darling, co 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 wasn’t that drunk to begin with," Ye Zi’an muttered, "I took dicine, so I couldn’t get too drunk."
"Even if you weren’t drunk, you still drank," Yang Chuxia said, twisting his ear again, "Getting bold, huh? Who let you drink? Who gave you permission to drink? Didn’t Mu Shaoling tell you not to touch alcohol for half a year?"
"Uh..." Ye Zi’an couldn’t 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 that’s it? The hand twisting his ear involuntarily applied so strength, "Why didn’t you forget yourself? You still knew to co ho, didn’t throw yourself out?"
"Darling, of course not, coming ho is instinctive; no matter what, I have to co ho." Ye Zi’an pulled down the hand twisting his ear with both hands, chuckling, "Darling, I was wrong, don’t be angry. Next ti I’ll watch out, won’t drink again, okay? I truly forgot, didn’t think too much at the mont. You twisting my ear doesn’t matter, but it’s your hand doing the twisting, doesn’t it hurt you?"
"Shoo, shoo..." Yang Chuxia slapped his hand away, "Stop trying to sweet-talk ."
"Darling, I really quarreled with Cousin today."
"Why?"
"Differences in opinion I guess." Ye Zi’an waved dismissively, "Isn’t 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, t on the road." But he deliberately ran into him. Ye Zi’an pulled her closer, then whispered by her ear, "I’ll tell you about it later."
Hearing him say so, Yang Chuxia didn’t ask further.
~~~
"Did the two actually argue?" Prince Le reclined leisurely in the rear garden of Prince Le’s Mansion.
"Yes, Master, they really argued. People from Prince Zhuang’s Mansion have confird it," said a guard, "And after returning to Prince An’s Mansion, Ye Zi’an 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 so sort of joke, "Is that even possible? I would believe it if you said Ye Zi’an lost his temper at the Emperor, but saying he lost his temper at the madam is sothing I truly can’t believe."
"But your highness, that’s 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 Zi’an told her to butt out of their business. After that, he disappeared until now, coming back to Prince An’s Mansion dead drunk, and was even brought back by Prince Fu."
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