Upon hearing this.
Zhi'er couldn't help but retort, "I wasn't deliberately hiding anything, but at the time Yan Country was in chaos. If I had given you advice as a foreign princess, you might have thought I had ulterior motives."
Unexpectedly, Xie Yu wasn't listening to her explanation.
He continued speaking on his own, "I'm about to leave, before I go, could you call me A Yu just once?"
Feng Fuce stopped in his tracks, furrowing his brows as he turned back, "You're not actually drunk, are you?"
However, Xie Yu began to retch, and Zhi'er, worried he might throw up, quickly asked Feng Fuce to put him down.
Fortunately, there was a wonton stall nearby with seats for people to rest.
Feng Fuce placed Xie Yu on a bench, and he slumped over, heavily intoxicated. Left with no choice, Feng Fuce acted as a chair for Xie Yu to lean against.
After all, he couldn't bear to let Zhi'er be the one supporting Xie Yu.
Xie Yu kept asking, "Can you call me A Yu? Can you?"
