Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 122: You Really Have Good Tactics

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: You Really Have Good Tactics

Ni Kang finally staggered away.

Shen Hua was leaning against the window, eating snacks. Watching his departing silhouette, one could glimpse his deeply etched life experiences.

Yicui, still terrified, with her eyes swollen like walnut kernels, approached with medicine in hand.

"I’m really worried."

"What is the young lady worried about?"

Shen Hua, with a calm profile: "I’m not dead, and Doctor Ni is probably going to be frustrated to death."

Such words were indeed ominous.

She picked up the medicine, tilted her head back, and drank it down, exposing a neck as white as jade.

She was merely drunk once, yet it felt as though several days had passed. Recalling the events of her coming-of-age ceremony, it all seemed somewhat surreal.

Shen Hua remembered something.

"Where is that hairpin?"

"The servant will retrieve it now."

Soon, Yicui advanced holding a golden hairpin, the very one You Qing had given her on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony.

Shen Hua glanced at it casually. It was apparent she found it repulsive.

"A hairpin out of fashion, and she dares to give it to me? She made a special trip just to humiliate me."

Yicui always knew Shen Hua had a tough exterior.

"Then the servant will throw it away."

Shen Hua, haughty and aloof: "...There’s no need to be so wasteful."

Ningzhu: "But the young lady is always wasteful, isn’t she?"

Shen Hua: "Nonsense!"

She was about to say something else when her gaze suddenly focused.

The hairpin was quite ordinary, but it gradually fused with her memories.

In a flurry of thoughts, she hurriedly took it, looked at the base, turned it over, and felt it with her fingertips, clearly scratching a line.

Shen Hua stared at it intently. The force in her grip on the hairpin increased more and more.

After an unknown time, she said gloomily.

"This is my Mama’s hairpin."

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First-tier Sky Restaurant.

The scent of alcohol in the private room was exceptionally strong, Ji Ge’s face was flushed red, and he stomped on a stool, almost smashing his hand into Ji Huo’s face as he shouted: "Drink more!"

It wasn’t merely drinking for Ji Ge, it was more like drowning his sorrows. Coincidentally with the unrestrained Ji Huo, when these two met, how could it end well?

The wine flowed from pot to pot.

They got drunk, sobered up, then drunk again.

Ji Huo lay on the table: "No more, no more."

Ji Ge was disgruntled: "I don’t want to marry the Princess!"

"You think I want to? She’s that beautiful, I advise you not to be ungrateful!"

The very thought was unbearable for Ji Huo.

At a fleeting glance, Emperor He had shown interest. Fine! He couldn’t compete, he conceded.

Then, the Crown Prince made a quicker move, infuriating him so much that he cursed the Crown Prince’s shamelessness all night. Fine! If the Crown Prince was shameless, he was not, so he continued to admit defeat.

Now, Ji Ge picked up the leftovers.

Why is it never his turn!!!

He continued to concede, because he was not a Prince.

The two had been drinking from yesterday till now, even the smell of alcohol made him feel nauseous.

Ji Ge exhaled heavily, feeling sorrowful: "My mother died early, and Father doesn’t think highly of me."

Ji Huo shrugged: "At least my Mama is alive, but whenever Daddy threatened to hit me, she always handed him the stick first."

Ji Ge gave him a glance. Continued to be sentimental.

He had no say over his own marriage, but anyway, the Empress would need to arrange it. He had thought he might finally marry a daughter of a minor official.

Though fickle in love, having visited numerous brothels, he had also thought of settling down.

After getting married and starting a family, to live a peaceful life. Being a Prince inherently came with its hierarchies of nobility and commoners. Having tasted hardship himself, he couldn’t let his future offspring follow in his footsteps.

Seeing his state, Ji Huo said nothing more.

It was then that Cui Yun arrived

He pushed open the door of the private room; a strong scent of alcohol rushed towards him. The man’s demeanor was indifferent as he kicked aside the bottles on the ground, bypassed the screen, and walked inside.

His tone was calm: "Has the Seventh Prince had enough?"

Ji Huo became infuriated the moment he saw him looking all prim and proper.

"Why are you here!"

Cui Yun remained unruffled.

"To think this lad treats you as a close friend. Not joining you for a drink is one thing, but now he comes to speak cold words."

"Last time you got drunk, Ji Ge certainly stayed with you."

He loved to hit where it hurt Cui Yun the most. But after saying that, he realized it wasn’t right.

After all, the last time Cui Yun got heavily drunk, it was when his father and brother died.

Spit spit spit, why say that of all things.

Ji Huo still had a heart, after all.

He quickly added: "I meant the time your cat died."

For some reason, he could feel Cui Yun’s glance at him turn icy cold.

Ji Huo felt a chill down his spine.

He was incredulous.

"I said it was a cat! And it’s been dead for many years. You still remember it?"

Cui Yun was expressionless.

Ji Ge spoke irritably: "Shut your mouth."

He rudely burped: "Did he really treat it like a cat? I bet not even the daughter of a noble family would be pampered like that."

Cui Yun was expressionless.

Ji Huo tried hard to recall, then suddenly realized.

He was outraged!

"That’s right, I remember. He used to personally go to Zuiyu Building every month to buy the most expensive ointment, never missing a month."

"I even praised him for being generous, and casually asked which young lady he was trying to please."

Ji Huo said with a mocking tone: "He told me, it was for his cat."

"I was impressed, that ointment is exceedingly expensive, made from rare ingredients, plus spices from the Western Regions. Zuiyu Building only sells three bottles a month, and he took them all for himself! Not even sparing me one."

"Because of this, my mother never got one. Unable to vent on him, next thing I know he’s gifting my father a stick, praising Cui Yun for how filial he is, buying ointments monthly not only for his Mama and sister-in-law, but also for that cat!"

Brilliant!

What a tactic!

It left him with injuries all over, yet he dared not say it was for the cat that he also brought some for his family!

If he had said it, no one would believe it, and probably he would get beaten up again.

Cui Yun stood straight, his mouth twitching into a distant yet composed smile, his speech harsh yet calm.

"Is the alliance matter a child’s play? Should there be a hiccup, can the Seventh Prince remain unaffected? Whether the marriage happens or not, it must happen, and rather than letting it slide, why not grasp the Emperor’s shred of guilt and take full advantage at hand."

"Drink the drinks that should be drunk, act crazy when it’s time, then return to the mansion, rest and sleep, and that should be enough."

Ji Huo: ... you really are toxic!

Even now, all he can think about is advantages!

Cui Yun: "Ji Qing, escort the Princely Heir back to the mansion."

Ji Huo leaning back in his chair: "Eh, I’m not leaving, I’ll annoy you to death."

Cui Yun glanced at him indifferently, showing no sign of agitation.

"Then the Princely Heir may stay alone."

He looked at Ji Ge: "Can you walk?"

Ji Ge looked at Cui Yun, who still hadn’t taken off his official clothes, clearly having rushed over from the Ministry of Justice during the noon break.

"...Probably not quite."

Then, Ji Huo watched as Ji Ge, supported by Ji Qing, staggered away.

Ji Huo: ...

So Ji Ge just left like that???

And Cui Yun really isn’t going to bother about him?

"Hey!"

Cui Yun gave Ji Huo a slight smile.

"Farewell then. The Princely Heir, please proceed."

Ji Huo: ...

"I knew you were no good!!! Take me back! What I said earlier was just out of anger."

What responded to him was the considerate sound of Cui Yun closing the door.