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Three bottles of seven hundred fifty milliliters each! That’s almost four pounds of liquor.
Jiang Han walked down with his hands behind his back and noticed Mu Jinkun, who looked half-dead on the street. He pondered for a moment. He remembered that he could handle at most eight taels of liquor, and most people wouldn’t exceed three pounds when drinking. Unless someone had a special constitution that made them immune to alcohol, drinking four pounds would lead to alcohol poisoning and could even result in sudden death.
Oh, Mu Jinkun! If you don’t die from drinking, then just wait for Tian Su Qian Xue to deal with you.
Ah, Ninth Princess, Che Chengyun, you’re here? This punishment has already concluded! You both saw it; I only made him drink, there was no poison involved.
Seeing Che Chengyun and the Ninth Princess, Jiang Han smiled and said.
Che Chengyun glanced at Mu Jinkun on the ground, groaning in pain, and then at the three bottles of liquor. A sense of dread washed over her. Thankfully, she hadn’t offended Jiang Han; otherwise, it would have been her lying on the street in agony.
Speaking of which, what kind of liquor is this? It’s almost like poison! Historically, wealthy families drank yellow wine and rice wine; even if they consumed the same amount, they would just need a good sleep to recover. But this liquor—why is it so potent?
The Ninth Princess watched as Mu Jinkun convulsed and felt a twinge of pity. She signaled to her maids to help him up. Seeing Jiang Han’s smiling face, she immediately said, “Jiang Han, this Palace will remember today! You can’t keep being so arrogant; Mu Jinkun is also a man of this Palace! The way you torment him won’t be forgotten!”
Jiang Han shrugged nonchalantly and replied, “This is strong liquor; its effects are fierce. Mu Jinkun didn’t have to drink it; he chose to. If anything happens to him, you can’t blame me!”
As for the liquor itself? Naturally, it can’t be blamed on you!
“Yes, you’ve already made an enemy of this Palace!” The Ninth Princess declared fiercely before turning and entering the carriage.
The maidservants lifted Mu Jinkun onto the carriage and headed towards the Royal Post Station. Che Chengyun, witnessing this scene, felt a lingering fear. He turned to Jiang Han and hurriedly said, "Jiang Han, at this moment, I am about to cease being a prince of the royal family. My three brothers have already arrived; can we settle our scores here?"
"I plan to ask Father for a fief and live there!" Che Chengyun was ready to withdraw, feeling intimidated and wanting to escape. The moment he saw Quan Gai Su Wen being ruthlessly dealt with by Jiang Han, he had already lost his resolve. Now, seeing Xia Guo Wen Zhuang Yuan and Mu Jinkun lying on the ground convulsing due to Jiang Han's actions, he suddenly felt that going to the fief and living a leisurely life didn't sound too bad.
"Want to leave? What a beautiful dream you have," Jiang Han chuckled. "You and I have had grievances for a long time; now you still think about withdrawing?"
"Jiang Han, one should leave some room for others!" Che Chengyun protested. "Besides, regarding Lin Qingyue, I previously coveted her beauty and even wiped out her entire family!"
Che Chengyun realized that Jiang Han was no longer someone he could provoke. He quickly sought to appease him, saying, "I’ve indirectly avenged you; although my intention was to win you over by eliminating Lin Qingyue’s family, you also didn’t accept my overtures, did you?"
Previously, Langya Prince's intention was to kill Lin Qingyue's entire family to recruit Jiang Han. If it succeeded, they would gain Jiang Han as an advisor! Even if it failed, they could still eliminate ten Wan Dajun under Lin Qingyue’s command. Unfortunately, Lin Qingyue hadn’t been killed; only her family had perished. Among those ten Wan Dajun, a hundred thousand were given by Lin Qingyue to Su Qianxue, while the remaining hundred thousand were firmly held in Lin Qingyue's grasp.
Langya Wangfu’s actions ended up displeasing everyone. Fortunately, the factions collectively rejected Su Qianxue, so they encountered little resistance. Whether or not you kill Lin Qingyue’s entire family has nothing to do with me! Moreover, since you targeted me before and wanted me dead, how could I let you off?
Jiang Han smiled lightly and said, "As for the carriage, it's best not to harbor unrealistic hopes; once you're at the table, there's no chance of getting off!"
Hearing this, Che Chengyun suddenly thought that perhaps he could send his sister Ling Xue over to Jiang Han's side to continue executing their previous plan. Once upon a time, if their dance plan succeeded, they could drive Jiang Han away; if it failed, then his sister Ling Xue would come to Jiang Han!
Now was the time to initiate this plan! "Jiang Han, since you won’t let me go, I won’t let you go either!" Che Chengyun snorted coldly and turned back towards Langya Wangfu to conspire with Langya Prince about this matter.
Jiang Han led the three women back to the tavern, and before long, Su Qianxue arrived.
Su Qianxue inquired about Mu Jinkun, asking Jiang whether they should spare him or eliminate him. "He must be feeling fortunate to have escaped with his life from me," she remarked.
Such a person, capable of bending and stretching, had the audacity to plead for mercy! The fact that he could kneel before me meant they had no bottom line; therefore, he absolutely could not be allowed to live. Jiang Han's gaze was resolute.
Su Qianxue nodded thoughtfully and murmured, "That's true. A person like him, talented yet willing to submit, cannot be spared! Besides, you said to let him go; I never said anything about sparing him! Let him enjoy today; tomorrow we will strike with thunder." Jiang Han chuckled lightly as he spoke.
Before long, in the small courtyard, Jiang Han began to indulge himself once more! This time, Cen Ya and Yan Dong were giving him a massage on his head and shoulders while Su Qianxue sat nearby, striking a bronze bowl. The resonant sound echoed throughout the courtyard.
Piao Xue playfully waved a feather across Jiang Han's cheek. With his eyes closed, he savored the moment.
Meanwhile, at the Royal Post Station, Mu Jinkun suddenly bolted upright from his bed and grabbed a spittoon, violently expelling its contents. After retching for a while, his bloodshot eyes reflected his agony as he still felt an excruciating headache. The sensation was akin to having his skull cleaved open with an axe; it wouldn't dissipate. Whether lying down or standing up, he felt utterly miserable.
After another bout of vomiting, he muttered furiously, "Jiang Han! How could you make me drink such trash? My head is pounding and my heart burns with discomfort! I won’t let you off; just wait! Once I recover, I’ll take your life!"
"Jiang Han, you beast! Just wait for me!" He raged on about the foul liquor he had consumed. "When I catch you, I’ll make you drink ten bottles of it! I’ll make you vomit!"
Before he could finish his tirade, he succumbed to another wave of nausea, retching until there was nothing left in his stomach but the remnants of last night's meal. Yet he continued to dry-heave, his discomfort prompting him to scream in agony.
Outside the room, the Ninth Princess observed the commotion with eyes filled with resentment, wishing she could tear Jiang Han into a thousand pieces.
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