After Failing the Strategy, I Go Crazy and Drain the Cold Emperor - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After Zhao Yu went down to the south, the harem sisters grew more bored than ever.

So I summoned Noble Consort Zhang, Consort Shu, and Consort Xian to discuss how to kill time.

Unexpectedly, the usually gentle and virtuous Consort Xian spoke mysteriously: “I happen to know that a new Nanfeng Hall has opened in the capital.” Nanfeng Hall? Isn’t that… hehehe.

Surprisingly, both Noble Consort Zhang and Consort Shu flatly refused. Noble Consort Zhang said my leg still hadn’t healed, so I shouldn’t go running around. And the love-struck Consort Shu said she was going to wait for the day Zhao Yu would change his mind.

So I gave Consort Xian a meaningful look; being kindred spirits, she understood.

That night, Consort Xian and I brazenly showed up at Nanfeng Hall.

Consort Xian ordered ten male escorts in one breath and beckoned me: “Sister Li, if any catch your fancy, just pick first.”

I have to admit, Consort Xian has excellent taste. Among these ten, there were mature gentlemen and sweet, innocent youths.

While I was still at a loss, Consort Xian had already skillfully pulled over a good-looking young man: “Little brother, don’t be afraid. Sing us a song.”

Consort Xian looks so plain and unassuming, normally indifferent to the world. Who knew she’d be like this in private? I’ve misjudged you.

A few sips of wine later, feeling dizzy, I clung to my last thread of clarity and backed out. Alright, I admit I chickened out. Crazy as I might be, I’m still a maiden.

“Sister, I… I’ll go out to sober up.”

Consort Xian was busy with a man in each arm and paid me no mind.

So I went out alone, only to run headlong into a cold, solid chest.

The person I bumped into looked at me, his gaze freezing for a moment before darkening: “Li Qianqian.”

He practically ground my name out through his teeth.

“Didn’t you sprain your ankle?”

Drunkenly, I lifted my head in confusion. Under the cold moonlight, his pair of peach blossom eyes held a faint chill, breathtaking and alluring.

I shoved a silver ingot into his chest: “Soliciting is illegal. Go play by yourself, be good.”

He stared at the money in his hand and fell into deep thought: “Li Qianqian, look closely. Who am I?”

My eyes cleared a little, and I felt this person looked extremely familiar, but I just couldn’t recall who he was. With my head aching from the alcohol under his increasingly dark gaze, I rubbed my forehead: “Oh, I remember now. You’re the lamb skewer vendor from downstairs.”

He fell into deathly silence.

He slowly spoke, his icy eyes swirling with violent undercurrents: “Li Qianqian, I’ll give you one more chance. Who am I?”

“Mm… Dad…”

The person before me finally stopped fussing, letting me hug him and act drunk.

After a long moment, he managed a single sentence: “Actually… there’s no need to be so polite.”

The alcohol surged, and my consciousness gradually faded. The last thing I saw was that faint beauty mark.