Fang Yuan returned to the inn just as the lanterns outside were being lit for the night.
The moment he pushed open the private room's door, the thick scent of wine washed over him.
Zhao Lusi was exactly where he had left her.
Slouched lazily against the table, one leg draped over the chair, cheeks flushed a rosy red.
Empty jars surrounded her like fallen soldiers, while another fresh one was already in her hands.
She took a long gulp and sighed in bliss.
"Ahhh… This is life."
Fang Yuan walked in and sat down across from her.
"I got the seal, master." he said calmly. "We should return."
Zhao Lusi blinked, "…You what?"
She leaned forward, squinting at his face, then suddenly broke into a wide grin.
"Oh?" she drawled, lifting a brow. "Back so soon?"
She laughed softly, swirling the wine in her cup and looking at him with a knowing glint.
"So… did you have fun out there? How was Drifting Blossom Pavilion?"
Fang Yuan replied without missing a beat.
