The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1314 - 1394: This Humble Nun Does Not Know

Prince Meng grumbled, saying she might as well just call Yun Shuihan over, given that the Eighth Princess holds such a noble status. To make a special trip for Yun Shuihan might unnecessarily diminish her own standing.

However, the Eighth Princess declined, saying Yun Shuihan was her close friend, and their friendship wasn’t based on status but because their personalities resonated perfectly. Moreover, she enjoyed peace and quiet, which Yun Shuihan wouldn’t appreciate amidst the clamor of the feast.

Until the end, Prince Meng watched the Eighth Princess leave. Returning to her seat, she poured herself a drink. After downing a glass of strong liquor, she boldly pulled a male companion towards her and fiercely pressed her lips to his.

In front of everyone, Prince Meng seemed to utterly disregard social norms.

Dong Huiying stood in a distant corner, observing Prince Meng engrossed in her prolonged kiss with the man, and silently applauded her audacity.

Click, click, click, even in an imaginary ancient world like Dayuan, not to mention her original world, public displays of affection were still embarrassing events, showing just how rebellious and wild Prince Meng was.

"Come, come, eat and drink without restraint. Here with me, the main goal is to eat well, drink well, and have fun!"

Prince Meng downed several cups of wine. This birthday feast was lively; a troupe set up a stage singing opera, and, of course, there was a circus troupe performing tricks like breaking large stones on chests to entertain the concubines.

Dong Huiying watched for quite a while but couldn’t discern anything peculiar.

Watching Prince Meng and the Eighth Princess, it seemed their relationship was both good and not good. Their conversation was full of sharp wit, yet on closer inspection, their words were as mundane as everyday chatter. In conclusion, it was hard to judge the situation for the time being, but for some reason, her heart was enveloped by a vague feeling.

The Eighth Princess sat with Yun Shuihan for half an hour before bidding farewell to Prince Meng. Once she left, the guests who came to celebrate also made various excuses, claiming they had matters to attend to and, following the Eighth Princess’s lead, left as well.

The vast Prince Mansion seemed a bit desolate compared to its earlier hustle and bustle. However, Prince Meng entertained herself until evening, drank another round, and after sending off the last wave of guests, Dong Huiying was about to search the crowd for Prince Meng’s whereabouts, only to find she had disappeared.

Could it be she’s passed out in some alley? Without giving it much thought, she leisurely headed home. Rubbing her round, full belly, she mused that today she had quite a feast. It seemed she was wise to have prepared her dentures in advance; otherwise, facing that feast-laden table, she’d have only been able to suppress her cravings.

Perhaps from overeating, halfway through, she thought she should walk off some of her fullness, but as soon as she turned a corner, she heard a dull thumping sound.

She instantly held her breath, turning her head towards a slightly open door. It was a storage room, from which the thumping sound emanated. She vaguely saw a shadow, seemingly punching the wall, as if trying to vent their inner turmoil through this act.

Dong Huiying cautiously glanced twice more, then saw that person lift their head, but tears fell down their cheeks.

Footsteps sounded not far away. Dong Huiying cleared her throat with a "cough cough," and inside the storage room, Prince Meng stiffened instantly.

Only to see the guards in the mansion rushing by.

"Senior Master Huixin? Have you seen our Prince?"

Dong Huiying put on a guise of innocence, "The Prince? This humble nun doesn’t know."

The guard thanked her and continued their troubled search for the person.