Under the dining table, Bai Susu’s fingers lightly touched Feng Qiwu, and then she put on a slightly restrained demeanor beside him, starting to use her chopsticks. Upon receiving Bai Susu’s signal, Feng Qiwu merely curved his lips slightly, then picked up his wine glass and proactively clinked glasses with Prime Minister Bai.
After clinking glasses, he lifted his wide sleeve quickly, transferring the wine inside it to the Star Ring on his fingertip with his mind, creating the illusion of having drained the glass.
His speed in transferring the wine was extremely fast, and since the wine was incorporated into the Star Ring, not a drop of his sleeve was wet, and no one would suspect that he actually hadn’t drunk the wine just now.
Even those secretly watching Feng Qiwu’s every move didn’t notice anything unusual, all thinking he had consumed the wine in the glass.
In their hearts, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Qiwu drank this glass of wine, making things much easier for the upcoming events.
And it appeared as if Feng Qiwu hadn’t noticed anything and continued to clink glasses with Prime Minister Bai and Feng Changge.
The atmosphere at the dining table was quite good.
After all, it was Bai Susu returning home, and in front of Prime Minister Bai, Feng Changge naturally wouldn’t be foolish enough to say anything upsetting.
...
Meanwhile, in the mansion of the Third Prince.
Ling Su had awoken after going into a demonic trance.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt something amiss with her body, a sense of soreness as if her whole body had been crushed.
Just as she furrowed her brows to check her body’s condition, Feng Wuchen’s hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "Susu, you’re awake?"
Hearing Feng Wuchen’s voice, Ling Su then realized they were on the same bed.
Feng Wuchen, on the other hand, was wearing a torn inner garment, revealing bruises on his body, looking quite battered.
Realizing the situation, Ling Su couldn’t help but widen her eyes slightly.
"You... why are you in my bed?"
Even if she was slow to realize, she now understood what was wrong with her body.
She had actually had a relationship with Feng Wuchen.
For a moment, Ling Su’s face turned somewhat pale, appearing troubled.
Although she was also fond of Feng Wuchen, it didn’t mean she was willing to have a physical entanglement with him without a proper name and status.
What was the difference from eloping without a matchmaker?
If others knew, her reputation and face would be completely lost.
Upon hearing Ling Su’s words, Feng Wuchen bitterly smiled at this point, "Sorry, you went into a demonic trance last night and suddenly pounced on me. It was my inability to restrain my feelings for you, following my own desires, that led to the current situation..."
"I will accept however you scold me; it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have failed to stop you even knowing you were in a demonic trance."
These words immediately made Ling Su recall the events of last night.
After Feng Wuchen found her a thousand-year ginseng, her injuries quickly recovered for the most part.
However, the poison from the Five Venoms Cult was not so easily dispelled.
Although she had forced the poison in her body to one place, the strong medicinal power of the thousand-year ginseng absorbed in recent days caused a conflict between the two.
As a result, she inadvertently went into a demonic trance last night.
So, to be clear, it wasn’t that Feng Wuchen did anything to her; rather, she forced Feng Wuchen.
Even if Feng Wuchen wanted to act like a gentleman and refuse her, in such circumstances, he, a mortal, wasn’t her match. In the end, he had no choice but to obediently be ravaged by her.
Thinking of this, Ling Su couldn’t help but gaze at the scratch marks and bruises on Feng Wuchen’s body with a somewhat unnatural expression.
It was obvious that he had fiercely resisted at that time, but as a result of his resistance, he ended up getting injured.