Wei Beichen got drunk again.

Every time he gets drunk, he would pull me to play the zither.

But I have never been the one in his heart.

I grew up in the mountains and fields since I was young, with hands only skilled in picking herbs to save people, how could I play the zither?

"Your Majesty, this is the pear blossom wine brewed by me, please have a taste." I picked up the wine glass and handed it to him.

His drunken eyes blurred, "Feed me."

Naturally, I knew what he meant by "feed," so I lowered my head and held the wine in my mouth, leaning towards him.

But just at the moment when we were about to touch, he pushed me to the ground as if he had gone mad.

"You are not her, she would never fawn on me like you do."

The wine in my mouth choked me, and I coughed incessantly.

He hurriedly helped me up and held me in his arms.

"A Wan, what's wrong with you? It's my fault, please don't be angry, don't leave me, okay?"

He murmured like a child.

I gently patted his hand, "Your Majesty, I'm fine, I won't leave, you should rest, shall I accompany you to the sleeping palace?"

He held my hand tightly.

The wind blew, and the pear blossoms in the courtyard scattered all over the ground.