Her face was touched, and Meng Zhuqing instantly stiffened all over.
Usually, she wasn’t so bold: she must have been drunk.
Meng Zhuqing kept her body rigid while thinking to herself, feeling that Tobanya must have been drunk to behave this way.
And indeed, Tobanya was drunk.
"You do resemble him quite a bit..." Tobanya said with a very obvious drunken slur as she touched his face, "just resemble... his face didn’t have these things..."
She was touching the scars on his face.
Meng Zhuqing felt her heart nearly leap out of her throat.
"No..." she suddenly frowned and denied herself, "he seemed to have them too... also had... he was slashed with random knives..."
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhuqing felt uncomfortable again. He could see her guilt. She was feeling guilty toward him. But he didn’t want her to feel this way.
Initially, he had been willing.
Now, if he had to die for her, he would still be willing.
"It’s fine, This General wasn’t good-looking to begin with, a few more scars don’t make a difference," Meng Zhuqing said, pretending not to care at all.
After hesitating for a moment, he still took two steps back, freeing his face from her hand.
"You..." Tobanya seemed surprised that he wouldn’t let her touch him, first giving him a bewildered look for a long time before she lowered her head, eyes downcast, looking at the hand that had touched his face.
She didn’t speak, just looked at her hand.
Since she was lowering her head, he couldn’t see her expression and didn’t know whether she was spacing out or doing something else.
"Commandery Princess?" he tentatively called her.
Tobanya still had her head bowed, looking at her hand that had just touched the scars on his face, "You... are really him."
Meng Zhuqing was at a loss whether to cry or laugh, but he didn’t say he was Meng Zhuqing anymore, instead, he respectfully said, "the night is too chilly, Commandery Princess, please go back to your room and rest early."
The hand that had touched his face earlier was distinctly cold to the touch.
He was really worried, fearing she might fall ill due to the cold night.
Without a word, Tobanya staggered, turned around, and sat back down on the round stool she had been sitting on earlier. Just as she picked up the jug intending to pour more drink into her cup, Meng Zhuqing disapprovingly called out again, "Commandery Princess!"
Tobanya glanced at him briefly, then, while continuing to pour drink into her cup, she slowly asked, "Would you like to have a drink together?"
Seeing Tobanya pour the drink but hardly getting any into the cup, most of the alcohol spilling onto the table, Meng Zhuqing gritted his teeth, unable to stand it any longer, stepped forward, took the jug from her hand, and said, "Commandery Princess, you can’t drink anymore."
Tobanya didn’t pay attention to Meng Zhuqing and didn’t struggle with him over the jug. She just picked up the cup, which had only a little drink left in it. Meng Zhuqing thought Tobanya was going to drink it and wanted to snatch the cup away; he now hoped she wouldn’t drink any more alcohol.
But before Meng Zhuqing could reach out to snatch it, Tobanya crushed the white porcelain cup. Porcelain shards flew everywhere, with some pieces deeply embedding into her palm.
Instantly, her palm was dripping with fresh blood.
Meng Zhuqing was startled and, regardless of the high status of the Commandery Princess in front of him and unaware of the gender difference, he stepped forward to pry open her hand that had tightly crushed the cup.
It was her right hand holding the cup.
As soon as he pried it open, he saw the bloody mess inside her hand, and Meng Zhuqing instantly felt an unbearable heartache.
"If you are angry, or if you are sad, you can hit This General, you can smash things, but why hurt yourself ?"