Chapter 61
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The youth was extremely good-looking, somewhat similar to Mo Xuan Fei, but with a hint of unruliness between his brows. When the Emperor spoke to him, his brows were furrowed. He was dressed in a silver brocade robe, but the lapels of his robe were slightly open, revealing his snow-white undergarments. Compared to the neatly dressed people at the banquet, he looked slightly casual.
He sat leisurely, holding a glass of wine in his hand. The banquet had not even started and he had already drunk a lot. His eyes were slightly blurred from the alcohol, but there was a hint of sharpness.
At first glance, Jun Wu Xie felt that there was something wrong with the Crown Prince. She did not say anything and just sat down in her seat.
On the other side of the Emperor, Mo Xuan Fei was sitting. Compared to the disheveled Crown Prince, Mo Xuan Fei had a faint smile on his face. Beside him sat Bai Yun Xian in a white robe. The two of them sat side by side, like a golden couple, a perfect match.
Whether intentionally or not, the Crown Prince and Mo Xuan Fei's seats happened to be opposite the Emperor's left and right. From both sides of the hall, there was a strong contrast.
Music played in the hall as the Emperor raised his glass and invited the ministers to drink. Mo Xuan Fei stood up obediently and congratulated his brother and thanked everyone present. In the end, he showed his deference to the Emperor.
But the main character of the night, the Crown Prince, Mo Qian Yuan, sat in his seat, silently watching his father and brother's actions.
"Qian Yuan, today is your birthday. How dangerous it was when you were just born. If it wasn't for Jun Gu, your mother and you would be in danger. Today, Lin Wang, Jun Qing, and Wu Xie are all here. You should also take the opportunity to give them a toast." The Emperor was in high spirits as he turned to Mo Qian Yuan who had not said a word.
Mo Qian Yuan's brows furrowed deeper, he paused for a while, holding his glass and stood up, his steps were a little unsteady, as if he was drunk.
That look, made many ministers secretly shake their heads.
Such a muddleheaded Crown Prince, they really did not think well of him.
Mo Qian Yuan walked unsteadily to the table where the Jun Family's grandfather and grandson sat, his hands holding a cup of wine as he said, "Many thanks to Lin Palace for saving my life." Without waiting for Jun Xian to respond, he threw his head back and drained the cup of wine in one gulp.
His movements were a little fierce, and his figure couldn't help but panic for a moment. Suddenly, he pounced towards the table.
Jun Xian quickly helped him up. The strong smell of alcohol assaulted his nostrils and he sighed inwardly.
"Sorry." Mo Qian Yuan stood up straight, his brows furrowed. He held his head in his hand and said a few words before he turned back and did not make a sound after that.
Jun Wu Xie secretly looked at Mo Qian Yuan, her dark eyes flashed with a trace of curiosity.
"Meow!" A faint meow came from under her sleeve.
Before entering the Crown Prince Hall, she had hidden the little black cat in her wide sleeve. Fortunately, the little black cat was very small and no one noticed it.
Master, that person has something on him!
The little black cat's sense of smell was not something an average person could compare to. Under the strong stench of alcohol emanating from Mo Qian Yuan, the little black cat could smell something bad.
"Yes." Jun Wu Xie sat unmoving in her spot. The reason why her sense of smell was more sensitive than normal people was because her soul was linked to the little black cat's. This had been an extreme method used by that person in her past life, but it had enhanced her sense of smell several times over. Although it was still not as sensitive as the little black cat's nose, she was able to sniff out scents that normal people would not be able to.
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