But he didn't.
He merely looked at her face, also tinged with a bit of drunkenness, flushed cheeks and those hazy eyes, remained silent for a moment, and softly said, "Why did you hesitate just now?"
"..."
"When elder brother asked you."
Shang Ruyi's breath hitched.
"I didn't—"
She instinctively wanted to deny it, but immediately swallowed the words back.
She understood that someone like Yu Wenye, even if he really drank nine jars of Nine Brewed Spring like Yu Wenquan did that night years ago, could never truly get drunk. People born into such aristocratic families would never let themselves go at the drinking table, lose their poise or dignity, and certainly not completely lose themselves or their consciousness.
Thus, that moment of hesitation she had, he really saw it clearly.
Even though she changed her answer later.
