Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 415 - 414: A Pleasant Drink to Lift the Spirits

Xun Yin recalled his days as a Cabinet Scholar, always amidst sorrow, seldom drinking, and as he rose to snatch the wine cup, Ye Yuan couldn’t stop him.

Suddenly, a distinctly jointed hand naturally snatched the wine jug with the Fang Ji Wan Rui flower pattern from Ye Yuan’s hand a step quicker. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Uncle Xun, I’d like to try the taste of the wine. Let me drink it."

Shen Chen finished speaking and picked up the wine jug, pouring the wine gracefully into his mouth. Under the moonlight, his Adam’s apple bobbed several times before he finished half a jug of wine. Maybe he was too hasty, or perhaps the wine was too strong; after drinking, he coughed a few times, his face tinged with a slight blush.

Ye Family gave him a helpless look: "Why drink so hastily? This is aged Fenjiu, very strong. Don’t follow your Uncle Xun drinking half a jug. Tomorrow you’ll wake up with a severe headache."

Half a jug of wine in his stomach, Shen Chen felt a bit dizzy but managed to stay composed, clasping his hands to answer the Ye Family: "No issue, a small drink to savor the mood."

Feng Liuli, sitting two seats away, sneered: "How is this savoring the mood? It’s clearly drowning sorrows in alcohol; surely, your mind is on Ah Zhi not coming, right?"

Indeed, today was a feast set specially by the Ye Family, yet Ah Zhi didn’t come.

It was clear the bond between the two had not yet been repaired.

When Ah Zhi was mentioned, Shen Chen feigned indifference and said: "She has things to attend to, which is understandable."

Who in the Ye Mansion doesn’t know that Ah Zhi is a well-known scion, doing little serious apart from practicing skills, spending her time with Huanhuan, and Qinglian, familiar with the best eateries and fun places in Jingzhao.

Exploring mountains, fetching fish from streams, using her Qinggong skills to snatch bird eggs...

Or at worst, visiting Prince Jin Mansion to play with Xiao Ah Che...

When mentioning her daughter’s busyness, Ye Family felt uneasy and smiled wryly: "This child is worrisome. It’s rare she has something serious to do, so I’ll let her be."

A few days ago, she informed her youngest daughter about today’s feast, but to her surprise, she reacted vehemently, refusing to attend, rambling about how boys and girls over seven shouldn’t sit together...

Ye Family was so irked that she poked her daughter’s forehead. Years ago, she had spoken to Ah Zhi about this, but didn’t she still secretly hold Xiao Chen’s little hand (as reported by Zheng Qi)? Now she knows to use the sayings from years ago?

Unable to persuade her youngest daughter, she didn’t let her attend.

The wine in the Fang Ji Wan Rui flower pattern jug was finished, and the maid quickly filled it up, placing it back on the table.

Shen Chen was about to pour himself another cup before Ye Family swiftly stopped him, preventing him from drinking more.

Xun Yin was unwilling and properly advised Ye Family: "Sister-in-law, you might not understand this; stepping into officialdom, the first lesson is to skillfully handle interpersonal relationships. The question is, how to handle them? With a few cups of yellow wine, relationships naturally draw closer. When pine blossom brews the wine and spring water boils the tea, Xiao Chen is someone who always maintains propriety, so there’s no fear of his overindulgence. I’m afraid in my lifetime, I’ll never witness the day Xiao Chen gets drunk to oblivion."

Ye Family thought there was reason and did not stop him again.

Shen Chen drank several more cups, and his usually jade-like face began to flush slightly.

This time, Ye Yuan spoke up to stop Xiao Chen’s behavior, having the servant escort him back to his room to rest.

The evening meal was nearing its end as well.

By the middle of the Xu hour, everyone gradually returned to their rooms.

In midsummer, the nights are short, and a gentle breeze enters through the open window.

Tonight, the clouds have cleared; the moon is like a silken cloth, spreading across the heavy summer night in the orchid hall, filling the sky with countless tiny stars.