Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1432 - 1429: Drunk on the Past (2nd Update)

Chapter 1432: Chapter 1429: Drunk on the Past (2nd Update)

Meng Yao turned her head to glance at the Fire Crystal, her beautiful phoenix eyes gradually squinting, "What did you say? What about the messenger?"

"I told him to wait for a moment, so he hasn’t left yet!"

"Well done!" Meng Yao nodded, then turned her head back to continue watching the little stream outside the flower hall, speaking softly.

"Return the gift and say I’ve received her sentiment, but I cannot accept the gift!"

Dong Han looked upon Meng Yao’s silhouette, lonelier than usual due to the twilight glow, with a trace of hesitation on his face.

"Hall Master, maybe...?"

"Hmm?"

"Yes!" Dong Han sighed lightly in his heart, then respectfully withdrew from the small courtyard.

Upon reaching the front, the messenger was indeed still waiting.

"Miss Dong, what did Lord Meng say?"

"My hall master asks you to tell Lord Rong that she greatly appreciates this matter and will surely repay in the future! However, please take back the Fire Crystal!"

"Ah?" The Ghost Race messenger was stunned.

"My hall master said she received the sentiment, but she cannot accept the gift!" Dong Han stated solemnly.

"Alright, then!" The Ghost Race messenger was not a fool; naturally, he discerned the unusual atmosphere in the words, therefore dared not speak further, picking up the Fire Crystal and departing.

After the messenger departed.

Dong Han hesitated for a moment, but ultimately turned back into the rear courtyard.

At this moment.

The small courtyard was immersed in deep night, but the flowers planted within the flower hall emitted a faint glow, illuminating the surroundings like a moonlit night.

Meanwhile, Meng Yao sat at the table, quietly drinking wine.

Seeing this scene, Dong Han’s heart tightened, involuntarily stepping closer, somewhat painfully saying, "Hall Master, please stop drinking!"

Meng Yao raised her head to smile foolishly at Dong Han, gesturing to the opposite, "Come, sit and drink a couple cups with me!"

"Hall Master..."

"Sit!"

Helpless, Dong Han had to obediently sit in the chair opposite.

But she dared not drink the wine, for she knew just how potent the wine—now being poured into Meng Yao’s mouth like water—actually was.

It’s said that under cultivation level, just half a cup of such a wine could render someone unconscious.

The reason this wine was so potent was entirely due to Meng Yao’s unparalleled winemaking skills.

Moreover, Dong Han knew that the wine had become increasingly strong over the past century solely because Meng Yao poured all her heart into brewing it.

With such deep emotion, the wine’s nature naturally grew stronger.

This wine was given a name by Meng Yao.

Intoxicated Past!

The cause of all this, as Meng Yao’s personal guard and half confidant and close friend, Dong Han naturally understood very well.

That’s why she hesitated today upon hearing Meng Yao instruct her without hesitation to return Rong Yang’s gift.

It’s not because she had other thoughts, but because she felt pained, pained for her hall master.

At this moment, Meng Yao had emptied another jug of wine and was preparing to open the next.

Dong Han reached out to hold Meng Yao’s hand, "Hall Master, you cannot drink anymore!"

"Why...why?" Meng Yao’s cheeks were blooming with rosy glow, her eyes drunkenly blurred, yet filled with deep-seated pain and sorrow.

Witnessing this, Dong Han trembled slightly, finally managing a bitter smile, "Hall Master, after all these years, have you still not let go?"

This sentence struck like a bolt from the blue, causing Meng Yao to stiffen; the drunkenness vanished instantly, tears overflowing.

"Let go? Matters of the heart aren’t so easily set aside!"

Though crying, Meng Yao’s voice returned to its previous coolness.

"But...but that lord has vanished for so long, can you really continue to wait?" Dong Han protested reluctantly.

Meng Yao nodded without hesitation, "Indeed, I will wait!"

"But there are always rumors saying that the lord, like the fallen Nether Monarch, is already dead!" Dong Han’s voice was faint.

The color of Meng Yao’s face instantly darkened.

"Dong Han, I consider you a friend, so I won’t blame you, but I hope there won’t be a second time! Understand?"

As Meng Yao spoke, a formidable presence descended upon her, causing Dong Han’s face to turn pale. Yet even so, Dong Han forced herself to persist in speaking.

"Hall Master, even if you’re angry today, I must say, that lord’s life and death remain unknown; do you mean to expend all your life on this matter? Is this truly worth it?"

"Worth? I’ve never thought about it!" Meng Yao’s face showed a trace of reminiscence, "I only know that if he hasn’t returned for a day, I’ll wait a day; if he hasn’t returned for a year, I’ll wait a year!"

"What if it’s a lifetime?" Dong Han boldly asked.

Meng Yao looked at Dong Han, then spoke calmly, "Then wait a lifetime!"

After saying this, Meng Yao released the pressure over Dong Han, resuming her drinking.

Dong Han stared, seemingly unable to understand the meaning behind Meng Yao’s words.

Meng Yao spoke quietly at this moment, "Today’s offering of the Fire Crystal was also your doing, wasn’t it? Because if anyone else had sent it, you probably wouldn’t even let me see it, just directly refuse!"

Dong Han took a deep breath, then nodded, "Hall Master, I’m sorry, but I just thought Lord Rong he..."

"Don’t say anymore!" Meng Yao interrupted Dong Han abruptly, "From now on, if anyone sends a gift, just refuse outright! As for Lord Rong’s goodwill this time, I will compensate him later! I know your intentions are good, but my affairs needn’t concern you!"

These words bore a touch of coldness.

Dong Han sighed internally, knowing that the hall master’s mind was resolute, difficult to change, and couldn’t help but nod.

"Understood!"

Meng Yao drank swiftly; within moments, she had downed several more jugs, yet this time, she grew more and more sober.

Finally, after the last cup, she stared blankly at her reflection in the table, suddenly breaking into tears.

"Hall Master!" Dong Han was startled.

Meng Yao waved her hand, "It’s nothing!" Then she smiled brightly.

"Do you know why this wine is called Intoxicated Past?"

"I don’t know!"

"Because I wanted to brew a wine that, once drunk, would erase all past events, allowing a fresh, pure new life to begin, hence its name Intoxicated Past!"

Dong Han listened silently.

At this point, Meng Yao both cried and laughed, "But I’ve realized now that forgetting is such a difficult thing!"

"The more you wish to forget, the more you remember!"

Ultimately, Meng Yao succumbed to intoxication, thoroughly drunk, sprawling across the table in the flower hall, fast asleep.

Dong Han shook her head gently, sighing softly, stepping forward to gently lift Meng Yao, then placing her on a chair-bed.