Slowly loosening, the silver jug with golden flowers fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the green wine was scattered on the bluestone, revealing an infinite desolation.
Yi Mu's footsteps were vain, and he walked forward step by step. Looking at the distance, he felt a blur. When his footsteps were empty, he fell to the ground.
Jingxi panicked, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up, "Concubine Yi, are you okay?"
Yi Mu waved Jingxi's hand away, her voice soft, "It's not in the way, but I'm a little drunk."
As he spoke, he lay down on the cold jade stone, raised his eyes, looked at the starry sky, and slowly closed his eyes...
Seeing that he was asleep, Jingxi quickly ordered someone to lift him up, carefully place him in the sedan chair behind him, and carry him back to the bedroom.
Feng Aotian supported Lan Jingshu back to the inner hall, put him on the bed, looked at his pale and jade-like skin with a touch of pink, and held onto her sleeve tightly, "Your Majesty..."