Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 226: Heaven Defies My Will

"Young Master..."

Duan Yunfei’s mood appeared somewhat downcast, and Xuan Ying wanted to offer some words of comfort, but didn’t know how to start.

"How I wish that person wasn’t him, but unfortunately, the heavens don’t seem to grant my wish."

Duan Yunfei gazed out into the pitch-black night and sighed deeply, his voice tinged with a trace of desolation.

For Feng Wuya was both brother and friend to him; he genuinely hoped there would never be a day of enmity between them.

"Perhaps there is some misunderstanding in all this?" Xuan Ying consoled, "Maybe, when the truth comes to light, the eldest young master will realize his mistake!"

"Perhaps!" Duan Yunfei gave a bitter smile.

More than anyone, he wished this was just a misunderstanding, and once it was cleared up, everything would be sunny again.

Feng Wuya would still be the most understanding eldest young master of Yongning Manor, his brother in arms, the adopted son his father loved the most, his sister’s best husband, how perfect!

He looked at Xuan Ying and said softly, "It’s getting late, you should return and rest early."

"Alright!"

Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Xuan Ying dared not linger any longer.

"Behind brightness, there is shadow, and the human heart is sometimes unpredictable."

The door was pushed open, and Yan Yijie walked in holding two jars of wine.

Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, "Why have you come?"

"I’ve come to drink with you, of course."

Yan Yijie spoke, setting one jar in front of him while he broke the seal and bit open the red cloth himself.

"This is some Nu’er Hong I bought from Wangjiang Building this morning, with a sweet and mellow flavor as good as any of the famous brews of your Yongning Manor. Give it a try."

Knowing he meant well to find a way to lift his spirits, Duan Yunfei didn’t refuse, smiling as he opened the jar and drank it with him.

Yan Yijie took a big gulp, sighed lightly, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and laughed, "It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good drink."

Duan Yunfei chuckled lightly, "Just these two jars aren’t enough to quench my thirst, let alone to say it’s satisfying?"

"You think I don’t want to drink more?" Yan Yijie scoffed, "If it weren’t for the fact that I have to leave for the Prefecture early tomorrow, I wouldn’t have brought just these two jars."

"You two, drinking behind my back!"

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Le Zhao walked in with arms crossed.

"Weren’t you asleep?" Yan Yijie raised an eyebrow, "I saw your room was dark, so I didn’t call you."

"Can’t I save candles?" Le Zhao snorted, "You didn’t even knock on the door, how would you know I was asleep?"

Yan Yijie laughed, "It was my mistake, I’ll treat you to Xiangmanlou’s Zhuangyuan Hong in the Prefecture, okay?"

"That’s more like it!" Le Zhao said, "This bit of wine isn’t enough, you two wait, I’ll be right back."

"That guy!" Duan Yunfei shook his head.

Soon, Le Zhao had a few people carry in over a dozen jars of wine.

"Are you mad?" Yan Yijie was astonished, "We have to leave for the Prefecture early in the morning, don’t you plan on waking up?"

"What do you know?" Le Zhao closed the door, "If we drink, we drink heartily; who cares about the Prefecture or the Capital."

As he spoke, he had already opened the wine.

No one knew how much time passed, and over a dozen jars had already been drained.

Yan Yijie’s eyes were unfocused, and he no longer knew which day it was.

Le Zhao, hugging an empty jar, hiccuped drunkenly, foolishly shouting for another jar, and the refined gentleman image of the past was long gone.

Those without worries were drunk, while those with worries were exceptionally sober.

Duan Yunfei sighed and instructed Xuan Ming to prepare some hangover soup for the two of them, and after they had drunk it, he had Xuan Ying drag the two drunkards back to their respective rooms.