Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 155: It’s inevitable that he will marry someday, and it would be quite good if that person were Shen Hua.

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: It’s inevitable that he will marry someday, and it would be quite good if that person were Shen Hua.

The night was an enchanting fusion of shadows, as the dusk gently descended.

The night market flared to life, streets crisscrossed with the bustle of commerce. Stars drizzled across the sky; the melodious sound of phoenix flutes spiraled amidst the gleaming moonlight.

Inside the tavern, it was inevitable for drunken patrons to spout risqué jests.

——That Mr. Feng is already eighty years old. Now locked up in the Ministry of Justice prison, his household still harbors a newly taken concubine, whose eyes are particularly alluring.

——Eighty? The old fellow can still get it going.

——Painfully sweet, she is; every night the concubine gets to pick which finger.

The group tried to keep their voices down, fearing they might be overheard by the man seated at the head of the table, not realizing that Cui Yun had exceptionally keen hearing, catching every word with clarity.

He pretended to hear nothing and remained silent, foregoing any reprimand.

Officials from the Ministry of Justice faced the prison every day, fulfilling their duties with zeal. After all, these were their pleasures in life.

Within the tavern, Jiang Zhao raised his cup.

"Sir, this subordinate toasts to you."

Usually, Cui Yun would respond indifferently: "I can’t hold my liquor well, you go ahead."

But today, the man idly swirled his cup. He lifted it, tilting his head ever so slightly; the crystal-clear liquid grazed his tongue, leaving a rich aroma of wine behind.

Jiang Zhao was slightly taken aback.

And not just him; the Chief Clerk even more so.

"Sir, if you’re drinking with Lord Jiang, you should also grant us underlings a toast."

No sooner had he spoken than a server approached, respectfully filling the cup to the brim.

Cui Yun cast a fleeting glance at the Chief Clerk. Without a word, he tilted his head back and drank.

Said without disrespect, his authority within the Ministry of Justice overshadowed that of Emperor He himself, and so everyone in the private room hurried to offer toasts.

Cui Yun did not demur, his expression unchanged as he took one drink after another.

Jiang Zhao mumbled, "Something’s not right."

The Chief Clerk remarked, "The sir sure can drink."

Jiang Zhao continued sotto voce, "Before, the sir seldom drank at palace banquets."

The Chief Clerk wondered aloud, "Wouldn’t he need to be carried out after being toasted like this round after round?"

Thoughtfully, he added, "Is he heartbroken?"

Of course, Cui Yun wasn’t carried out. He remained calmly composed as he took out a handkerchief to dab at the corners of his mouth, maintaining his dignified air.

The men’s drinking session was bound to stretch into the dead of night before calling it quits.

"Sir, are you leaving now?"

Cui Yun casually replied, "Hmm."

He looked at Jiang Zhao: "Take care of this lot, don’t let them get drunk to stupor. Hangovers can cause headaches, hampering tomorrow’s duties."

Are you concerned about them, or just that they won’t be able to work?

"Yes."

The moment Cui Yun stepped out, the boisterous Jiang Zhao grandly declared behind him.

"The sir shows sympathy for everyone’s hard work, eat and drink as you please, it’s all on the sir. Just balance your senses and don’t drink yourself to death."

As he departed, the noise inside escalated further, the once-subdued whispers now unabashed and unrestrained.

As he was descending the stairs, he encountered a hurried Yicui.

"...My lord."

Yicui was inexplicably flustered.

Cui Yun’s gaze fell on the bowl of hangover tea she held. His expression swiftly turned cold.

"Lead the way."

Yicui hastily lowered her head, the bowl in her hand feeling as if it weighed a thousand pounds, almost spilling from the burden.

Shortly after, Cui Yun stood outside the innermost private room on the right side.

"After separating from Miss Wei and the others, the missus came here. She seemed quite downcast, and wouldn’t say a word despite all my questioning, nor could she be stopped. The missus can really hold her liquor; she insists on drinking herself into a stupor before quitting."

Cui Yun indicated he understood.

He pushed open the door and entered. A strong scent of alcohol wafted to his nose.

The girl was sitting upright on a wooden stool, her cheeks flushed with a sunset-like glow. Her misty eyes rippled with a vivacity.

Perhaps, with no one to indulge her whims, she sat quietly, tears falling persistently. She lifted the cup before her with a slender wrist, about to pour it over her head.

Cui Yun quickly stepped forward, snatched the cup from her, and scolded with a stern face, "Shen Hua!"

Shen Hua looked at him through blurred tears.

She was the picture of pitiable beauty.

Some softness stirred in Cui Yun’s heart. The scolding he had at the tip of his tongue somehow refused to come out.

"What’s wrong now?"

She sobbed and choked: "I was watering the flowers."

A flicker of amusement crossed Cui Yun’s face: "So, what kind of flower are you right now?"

The girl seriously considered it. Feeling no flower could match her, she disdainfully glanced at Cui Yun before cradling her face in pity: "I am prettier than the flowers."

As she spoke, she sniffled with sorrow, her nasal voice growing heavier: "Cui Yun, my head hurts."

"Mm, keep drinking, keep hurting."

His tone was indifferent.

Shen Hua was stunned: "How could you curse me?"

"Drink the hangover medicine."

The girl heard him, didn’t even raise her hand, let alone take it. She turned her head away with cold dignity, signaling her refusal. She even boldly declared: "If I drink even a drop today, I’ll consider it a loss!"

Scare you to death!

Cui Yun was actually amused.

Watching the girl babble on relaxed his tense nerves somewhat. It seemed that only in front of Shen Hua could he slightly let his emotions leak and catch his breath.

Shen Hua kept glancing at Cui Yun out of the corner of her eye.

This man! He actually stopped persuading and just sat down.

The girl furrowed her brows tightly. With pride at stake, she decided to give Cui Yun a way out.

"Coax me a little, and maybe I’ll give you some face."

Having said that, she stuck out a finger, expectantly looking at him, her eyes red and lashes trembling, topped with fine teardrops.

Unexpectedly, Cui Yun didn’t play by the rules.

"Then I’ll drink it myself, conveniently I also had some alcohol. It’s better that you don’t want it, more for me."

Of course, the girl on the other side snatched it away fiercely and drank it all in one gulp.

After completing this, she was quite pleased with herself. Her tone was affected.

"Sorry, forgot to leave you half."

Cui Yun: "Had enough trouble, let’s go back to the residence."

Shen Hua slowly stood up, her legs weak and wobbly.

Cui Yun stepped forward to support her, but as he drew near, the girl leaned against him softly.

She commanded with the air of a spoiled brat.

"You carry me."

"You always carried me before."

As she spoke, she rubbed the mink fur: "And caressed me like this."

Cui Yun naturally didn’t take her drunken words to heart. His body tensed with worry that she couldn’t stand steadily, his fingertips awkwardly brushed against her waist.

"Lady Yan is marrying someone she doesn’t like, that Mr. Wei doesn’t sound like a good man! The residence Wei Yingying is marrying into is so run-down, I couldn’t live there for a single day if it were me."

"But what can be done about it?"

Her voice softened unconsciously, very softly she expressed her envy.

"They all have homes now."

The girl’s lips puckered, tears dripping one by one down her snowy cheeks.

"Yangyang wants one too."

She sobbed, her tears wetting Cui Yun’s robes, her beautiful eyes like the waters of spring, searing through the man’s hardened heart.

The hand at her waist suddenly tightened.

He would have to take a wife sooner or later. If he had to marry anyway, if that person were Shen Hua... that would be quite nice.

The man looked closely at her facial features, his voice husky.

"Alright."

The girl with tearful eyes was bewildered: "Hmm?"

Cui Yun’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he touched her porcelain smooth face: "I’ll take you home."

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