After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

oned upon waking, she couldn’t answer any of the questions, and didn’t know anything.
And at this time, the palace was buzzing with rumours about the sudden bizarre disappearance of the crown prince’s arm.

The prince was in a daze, and only said that he had lost it in a dream.
The emperor was furious, and started sealing the palace to conduct a detailed investigation.

By then, Zheng Wan was already on her way to the State Preceptor’s residence in a carriage.

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[ The study in the State Preceptor’s residence ]

“Xiao Wangwang, wine only amplifies the sorrow of sorrowful hearts, stop drinking, if you drink any more, you’re going to get drunk! Besides, which of those in the pugilistic world doesn’t get hurt?”

“Hey, pay some attention to me, Xiao Wangwang.”

“Wang zai, Xiao Wang, Wangwang1! I'm telling you, if this thunder and flood continues, I, your old ancestor, is going to rebel! Ah-choo! Drink, keep drinking, see if you can drink to death!  Even if you die from drinking, it’s no use.
Men who let ladies cry are all no good!”

Cui Wang slugged a mouthful of wine.

Outside the window, were layers upon layers of the shadows of trees.
The pear blossom wine was astringent to the throat, and he seemed to be seeing double.

He opened his eyes and looked at it for a while, then suddenly clutched his chest—it felt hot and alive.

He poured another cup for himself.

In the midst of the old ancestor’s unflagging nagging, Cui Wang suddenly laughed.

“…Old ancestor, why do you no longer sing that song you used to sing often?”

“Which song?”

Cui Wang began to hum softly, “……The little monk went out to beg for a vegetarian meal, the old monk has… informed him, that the woman at the base of the mountain is a tiger, if he meets her, he must stay away at all costs… must stay away at all costs……”

He had a clear voice, like the tinkling of a jade chime, like a light breeze passing through the woods.
When such a comical and eccentric song was hummed by him, there was an additional touch of melancholy.

“Crazy, crazy, my baby is crazy.” The old ancestor covered his ears and lay down flat, letting the violent storm take him, and roll him around here and there.

“……Old ancestor, when she cried just now, I almost became soft-hearted again.”

The old ancestor finally sighed.

Love, it could dim one’s wits and make one lose one’s mind.

Right at this moment, ‘Dok dok——’

There was a knock on the door.
“State Preceptor, I’ve come to bring you some hangover soup.”