Zhao Hanzhang struggled to sit up on the bed, clutching her dizzy head without speaking. Ting He immediately poured a bowl of water, "Miss, have some water first."
Zhao Hanzhang took it, drank a sip, and asked, "What time is it?"
Only when she spoke did she realize her throat was sore and her voice was a bit hoarse.
Ting He replied, "It's past Si Zheng."
It's already past ten o'clock; drinking indeed causes delays, the ancients did not lie to me.
Zhao Hanzhang asked, "How did I get back?"
Ting He said, "Last night, you kept talking to Master Fu. We didn't dare disturb you. You fell asleep with him late at night, and he brought you back."
Zhao Hanzhang held her head in silence. She remembered she got drunk last night and for some reason went to talk to Fu Tinghan, babbling about many things. Her memory was blurry; the clearest moment was Fu Tinghan looking at her with a gentle smile and saying, "Alright, I'll help you!"
But help her with what?
