Hiss!
That's no way to drink Imperial Jelly Wine.
Lü Zhong had just realized what was happening, but it was too late to stop her. He could only watch as Shuini, drunk, collapsed onto him. Her consciousness seemed to have faded as she mumbled:
"Good, good disciple... help your master rest."
"Uh, alright." Seeing Shuini in such a state, Lü Zhong felt it wouldn't be right to ask Yu Feng'Er to take over. He had no choice but to take on the task himself, helping her toward a guest room he had prepared specifically for such situations.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he could have sworn Shuini's body was trembling slightly.
But when he focused his senses, everything seemed normal.
'Strange, it's not like I drank that much...'
Unable to figure it out, he decided not to overthink it and focused on supporting Shuini, lest she accidentally bump into something. If that happened, he'd be in for it when she sobered up.
