Wang Zhaodi saw that he had finally sobered up and only pursed her lips at his attempts to please, saying indifferently, "Alright, go wash your face and enjoy the banquet properly. We'll need to go to the new room later..."
Zhu Zicheng nodded repeatedly, also feeling he should wash his face. Although his mind was somewhat clearer, he had indeed drunk quite a bit, and the smell of alcohol on him was strong.
"Yes, I'll go right now." As he spoke, he stood up abruptly, but whether it was because of the sudden movement or not, his dizzy head made him stagger, and if he hadn't quickly supported himself on the table, he might have fallen.
Wang Zhaodi couldn't help but purse her lips and frown, saying helplessly, "Be careful. I'll call Zeng Er to come and accompany you."
Zhu Zheng didn't sit at the same table as the couple; instead, he went to sit with Wang Zhaodi, looking to chat with Yang Qingwen.
