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Thinking about the events of that day, Lin Feng couldn't help but reminisce.
Three years ago, in the Imperial Capital of the Wu Kingdom, Lin Feng was practicing swordplay on the training grounds. His figure was agile, and the sword in his hand danced like a serpent emerging from its lair, each swing creating a gust of wind. At times, his swordplay was fierce, as if he aimed to cleave the heavens; at other times, it was gentle, like a spring breeze caressing the willows. Raindrops fell upon the blade, splashing tiny droplets around.
Just as he was getting into the rhythm of his practice, a hearty laugh echoed from a distance: "Haha, Fourth Prince, excellent swordsmanship!" Lin Feng sheathed his sword and turned to see Wei An approaching.
"Brother Wei, is that you?" Lin Feng called out.
Wei An strode over and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder. "Stop practicing so hard! Come on, let’s go have a drink."
Lin Feng smiled slightly and sheathed his sword. "Alright, I could use a break; I've been feeling a bit troubled."
The two walked side by side toward an inn. As they chatted along the way, their spirits gradually lifted. Before long, they entered a lively tavern. Upon entering their private room, they were surprised to find not just themselves but also Chu He, the second son of the Minister of Justice.
"I've met you before, Fourth Prince," Chu He said respectfully.
Lin Feng replied, "No need for formalities; let’s drink until we’re all intoxicated."
The food and drinks were quickly served, and the three began toasting one another. Before long, Lin Feng felt dizzy, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Lin Feng enjoyed good wine and had a decent tolerance for it. However, for some unknown reason, he began to feel dizzy after only a few drinks.
"I'm done for," he muttered, unable to drink any more.
"You haven't even started," the Fourth Prince teased. "I usually see you drinking like it's water. How come you can't handle it today?"
Wei An pretended to be somewhat displeased, but in reality, he was trying to provoke Lin Feng, knowing that Lin Feng would be reluctant to back down.
In his slightly drunken state, Lin Feng spoke with slurred words, "Brother Wei, I can still drink. Fill my cup."
After saying this, he collapsed onto the table.
Time passed, and Lin Feng slowly regained consciousness. His mouth was dry and parched, and he desperately wanted water. As he prepared to get up, he felt something pressing down on him, causing dizziness.
When he reached out to touch it, he realized something was off—not only did it have an unusual texture, but it also carried a faint fragrance.
When he finally looked closely, he was completely stunned.
Before him lay an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Just as he was trying to make sense of the situation, the woman slowly awakened.
Xia Qingyu opened her eyes and found Lin Feng's face just inches away from hers.
"Ah!" she exclaimed with a high-pitched gasp.
In an instant, Lin Feng's earlier dizziness vanished as clarity returned to his mind.
At that moment, a commotion erupted outside the door. The door swung open violently, and a group of people rushed in, led by none other than the Crown Prince.
Lin Zheng feigned surprise. "Fourth Prince, how could you engage in such scandalous behavior? This is Xia Qingyu, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue!"
At that moment, Lin Feng fully realized that everything was a trap.
He said calmly, "Brother, do not speak recklessly. I was drunk and know nothing."
Seeing so many people, Xia Qingyu could no longer hold back and ran out.
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