C48 Crown prince's feast

At the top of the mountain.

Chu Mu Han looked at the little red-faced girl in front of him and couldn't help but laugh.

Ever since she had taken the first two sips of wine, she had been lying on the table unsteadily, speaking indistinctly with her mouth.

Even when Chu Mu Han finished drinking that pot of wine, Ling Qingyi was still muttering to herself