"I understand. For now, let's focus on resolving the zombie virus. We'll head back tomorrow."
That evening, at the victory celebration banquet.
The soldiers drank and sang, celebrating their victory and remembering their fallen comrades. As they drank, they began to hug each other and cry, and Zhou Hu was among them.
Le Hu watched from the side, anxious. How could he casually hug someone, even if it was another man? His small hands were clenched together, but he still didn't dare to voice his objection.
Ye Qingcheng found it amusing. It was true, watching others fall in love was far more entertaining. She continued to drink as she watched, finding it all quite amusing.
"You shouldn't drink too much. This wine has a strong kick. If you get drunk, no one will take care of you," Xiao Wangye reminded her as he saw her drinking as if it were water.
"If no one takes care of me, then no one takes care of me. Your Highness, why don't you take care of me tonight? I promise to make you linger~" Her voice trailed off like a hook, captivating the heart. As she spoke, she leaned her body towards Xiao Wangye, her small hands fumbling playfully at his chest.
The soldiers nearby watched the interaction between the two above them with wide-eyed shock. Could it be, could it really be, that their Prince was like General Zhou Hu, a lover of men? No wonder, no wonder.
"In a way, the soldiers have stumbled upon the truth," San San revealed their thoughts to Ye Qingcheng in her mind.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingcheng burst into laughter and leaned happily against Xiao Wangye. Everyone was bewildered. Were they sharing some secret whispers?
Xiao Wangye's expression darkened. He thought, she must really be drunk. He forcefully pulled her away, his arm exerting strength as he lifted her onto his lap. With a heave of his right arm, he left, not forgetting to give instructions:
"Li Yi, you all can entertain yourselves. The training for the next three days is canceled. When I return to the capital, there will be a generous reward."
"Yes, I will relay your words to the brothers."
Sharp-eyed soldiers saw their Prince holding the young doctor and their hearts burned with gossip. They all gathered around Li Yi, eager to pry.
"General Li, the Prince... is it true?" Even though the soldier had drunk three jars of wine, his expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened. But they couldn't let go of the gossip about the Prince.
"Want to know?" Li Yi grinned slyly, gathering the wine jars at his feet. "It's simple. Drink me under the table, and I'll tell you."
The soldiers knew where General Li hailed from. Drinking with him? No one they knew had ever won against him. "No way, General Li, since when are you so stingy?" "What are you afraid of? Come on, brothers, let's drink General Li under the table!"
While Li Yi and the soldiers were locked in a heated drinking battle, Xiao Wangye and Zhou Hu were also caught in a similar predicament.
"Hehe, Xiao Wangye, why do you look like there are two of you?" The esteemed physician Ye, who could hold her liquor like no other, had finally succumbed in ancient times. One must understand, ancient alcohol was pure, natural, and additive-free.
"Xiao Wangye, aren't you hot? I feel like the temperature is really high tonight. I'm so hot right now." As she spoke, she started to undress, and seeing that she was about to remove her last piece of clothing, Xiao Wangye frantically stopped her.
"You, you, you can't take off any more!" Although they had already shared intimacy, in this situation, he couldn't take advantage of her either.
"Xiao Wangye, did you drug me? Is there something wrong with that wine? Why is my head spinning so much?" She swayed, her words slurring.
With great difficulty, he pried her clinging hands away and quickly retreated. He called for someone to bring a basin of hot water. "Someone! Bring a basin of hot water in!" There was no response from outside the door. All the soldiers on duty tonight had been called by Xiao Wangye to attend the celebration banquet. Helplessly, he had to go himself.
"You stay here obediently. I'll be back shortly."
"You must come back, okay? I'm scared." Ye Qingcheng's eyes welled up with a few tears, making her look pitifully fragile.
Seeing her in this state, Xiao Wangye found her somewhat adorable.
"Qingcheng, Qingcheng, are you really drunk?" San San's voice echoed in her mind, asking with concern.
"Ah, what did you say? How could I be drunk? I am the invincible 'Ye Budao' [Ye the Unyielding]." Ah, so she was really drunk.
"Qingcheng, I have a hangover medicine here. You can exchange it with points. Do you need it?"
"Exchange what? I'm not drunk, I don't need it." She waved her hand and patted her chest heartily.
"I said, hangover medicine."
"What did you say? Exchange what?"
"I said..."
When Xiao Wangye returned, he saw Ye Qingcheng talking to herself. She looked quite cute, her lips pouting, hugging a pillow and rolling from side to side.
"Hey, handsome, who are you? Why are you in my room? I didn't order any service tonight."
"I am no one, I am your husband." Xiao Wangye answered this question quite seriously. "Get up, let me wipe your face first." He pulled her up forcefully. The moment the hot towel touched her skin, Ye Qingcheng let out a sigh of comfort.
Xiao Wangye: ...
Meanwhile, Zhou Hu and Le Hu.
"Can you let me go first? I'll go cook some sobering soup for you." Zhou Hu had a bad habit when drunk: he liked to hug people and wouldn't let go. The victim today was Le Hu.
"No, I won't let go. The Princess Consort told me you are my wife," Da Hu said petulantly.
"You, you, don't talk nonsense. I, I haven't agreed yet." No, it wasn't a matter of agreeing or not agreeing.
"I don't care, if the Princess Consort says so, then it is so." Ye Qingcheng's strategy for Zhou Hu was: relentless pursuit.
"If you don't admit it, I'll go find someone else."
"No, I won't allow you to find anyone else," Le Hu said urgently.
He took the bait. "Darling, you smell so good." Zhou Hu's large head rubbed against Le Hu's neck, licking the tender skin exposed on Le Hu's neck.
"You, how can you do this?" His face was flushed, but he was no match for Zhou Hu. Even using his full strength, he remained motionless.
He hesitated for just a second before his clothes were pushed down to his arms. He was pushed onto the bed, and the person pressing down on him was fumbling all over his back. His hands, accustomed to holding weapons and training, were covered in thick calluses. As they touched Le Hu's smooth back, every inch felt so real. Goosebumps involuntarily rose on his arms.
Beautiful butterfly bones, tracing down the spinal groove, led to a pair of very sexy dimples.
What happened next cannot pass review. In short, Zhou Hu's brute strength was put to good use, he spoke a mountain of sweet nothings, and when Le Hu woke up, Zhou Hu's hand was still tightly clasped around his waist. As he fainted, he saw sunlight shining in through the tent curtain.
In the early morning, Zhou Hu, of course, had not slept all night, but felt reborn. He was happier than if he had been rewarded three large chests of gold by the Prince. It was a joke; he had gotten his wife, and he wished he could proclaim it to the world: "I have a wife!"