Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1447: Chapter 844: Ye Zui

So fast!

The speed of the Archer God is so swift, what about her arrows?

After she sat down, except for Gu Family’s two people, all other Imperial Guards, along with Su Zimu and Chu Muzhe, stood up and saluted her.

The Prison Chief of the Central Prison truly has a high aura.

Standing alongside Marquis Gu Wen, Yi Dao, and Ye Zui, but if the Patriarch of the Mo Family and Jhiang Song determine the victory, the winner might also stand among these people.

The highest authority of aristocratic families has already stood alongside the central authorities.

But now is not yet the time.

Bai Yu flicked his finger down in the air, and everyone sat down.

The relationship between the Imperial Guards and the Central Prison is equally ambiguous. Marquis Gu Wen is not very enthusiastic about Bai Yu, "The busy body of the Prison Chief, why do you personally attend this Thousand Years Martial Birth today? You’ve never bothered in the past."

Bai Yu poured the wine, the wine was red, and the aroma was quite strong, making all the men present take notice.

Martial practitioners hardly dislike wine, regardless of gender, and when one drinks too much, they can naturally detect the quality.

Undoubtedly, this is the finest wine.

"A person has escaped from the Central Prison again, I am here to see if he is hiding here."

Damn, this word is no less than a thunderbolt.

Someone escaped from the Central Prison again?!!

Shouldn’t this be a matter of trepidation and responsibility?

Why does it seem like this Prison Chief is indifferent, but for the Prison Chief to personally step in, what level of criminal is this?

The threat level is at least five hundred!

Sui Yi looked up, and opposite him, Huang Long had cold sweat on his forehead.

The King of Red Water?

"This monkey brew is not bad... Deputy Head Yi’s ailment hasn’t healed yet? The smell of this wine is so strong, could it also trigger your symptoms?"

Bai Yu’s words made Ye Zui purse his lips and lightly say, "I’m not that weak against alcohol."

Heh heh~

For some reason, all those from the sects had odd expressions.

Bai Yu appeared nonchalant, seemingly indifferent.

Yi Dao’s expression was subtle: "Your Excellency Bai Yu, instead of worrying about others, why not worry about whether the gates of the Central Prison are not tightly closed, letting more people escape..."

Lately, the Central Prison has indeed been a laughingstock.

Bai Yu propped his chin, with a slight smile: "Isn’t this exactly according to your wishes?"

The tension rises!

Oh no!

The meal hasn’t been eaten, and they’re about to start fighting!

Jin Laifu took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his head, increasingly anxious about when the food and wine would come...

Mr. Tao suddenly clapped his hands...

The food arrived.

Finally, the food arrived, Gong Jiu and Jin Fului both let out a deep breath, and then prepared to eat.

If they didn’t eat now, they might not even have time to run if a fight broke out later...

Eat eat eat!!

Drink drink drink!

Ye Zixu and the other Sect Masters had experienced Huang Long’s culinary skills, and didn’t expect the dishes brought out to far surpass Huang Long,

"Huang Long, it seems your culinary skills are not up to standard"

The Sect Master of Dragon Tiger Sect teased as he ate and laughed heartily.

Huang Long was dissatisfied, "Is there such a turncoat, I wonder who always comes to my place to sponge meals and can’t wait to marry me back into the sect... Ask Master Sui if my culinary skills are good or not!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

But the topic turned to Sui Yi, many noticed Sui Yi only tasted a little of each dish, without much reaction... such a picky palate?

"Quite good," Sui Yi said with a gentle smile.

Really easy to talk to.

Fu Ling was unimpressed by Huang Long’s pride, while the Old Master seemed particularly diligent with Sui Yi.

"Try this, other than dragon meat from the sky and donkey meat on the ground, this is another delicacy."

The Old Master actively helped Sui Yi serve soup.

Sui Yi understood this person’s diligence, not wanting to die.

But she wanted to ask something, as long as he answered, it would be better than a bowl of soup.

Of course, Sui Yi didn’t refuse either.

She thanked him and drank it.

Without saying whether it was good or not, she asked, "What soup is this?"

"Huang Long chicken."

Fu Ling spoke ahead of Cao Ling.

Huang Long: Damn it, you bastard!

The whole table nearly spat out their drinks, the atmosphere turned hilariously awkward, yet the Old Master still shamelessly asked Sui Yi for her opinion on the taste.

"Not bad," Sui Yi said.

Gu Sansi and Jiang Chenyu seemed to frown.

And for people like Gong Jiu, no one has better taste than Sui Yi, if she says it’s not bad, then it must be incredibly delicious!

The two quickly served themselves a bowl, of course, comforting themselves by noticing that Nie Wanqing and Zhong Buli across from them also nonchalantly took a bowl.....

Their table was fine.

What about the fourth table?

Yi Chilian and his group, Su Zimu was right on top of it, just putting down his spoon, when he saw the ever-cool Chu Muzhe...

The small bowls were also moved...

Fortunately, the pot was precisely measured, enough for twelve people to have a bowl each.

The main thing was that someone, after drinking, said, "It even has a taste of alcohol? It’s Old Yellow Wine, right? The flavor is spot on! Really nice~~"

As soon as these words were spoken, over at the first table.... Yi Dao’s expression suddenly changed slightly, he reached out to grab the spoon from the person beside him...

The spoon had already touched Lord Ye Zui’s lips.

The soup entered her mouth, making her lips slightly red and moist.

She put down the spoon, turned to look at Yi Dao, her gaze slightly cold, "What?"

Yi Dao frowned, "There’s alcohol."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people present were surprised.

Especially a few Family Heads, who had vaguely heard about the Vice Sect Leader’s rumors, but had never seen what exactly the split personality was like. Judging by the look of it, it seemed quite severe. Otherwise, the always cool and ruthless Yi Dao wouldn’t be this nervous.

Archer God Bai Yu narrowed his eyes, his expression a bit peculiar.

And Gu Sansi looked at Ye Zui, her brow twitched a few times. She could see this person’s past, but not the future, because...

Ye Zui pouted. She naturally tasted it, "I’m not that useless; I won’t let you lose face."

It seemed like there was no problem, and the people couldn’t just keep staring at a Vice Sect Leader. Yi Dao, being naturally proud, didn’t bother with her anymore after hearing this, lowered his head, and continued drinking. They came here for an important purpose; after eating, they should look, and after looking, they should....

Was Gu Sansi the only one observing people?

She obviously noticed the change in the complexion of the person across, their gaze flickering, and their aura becoming unstable, then... their pupils became cloudy.

She couldn’t foresee the next move!

There was only one possibility!

As Gu Sansi furrowed her brow, the person across suddenly stood up.

The first table, originally the place of greatest confrontation, instantly became like boiling water suddenly cooled to minus a thousand degrees, chilling and stiff.

Yi Dao parted his lips, just about to speak, when he found the air in front isolated—Bai Yu!

Yi Dao and Bai Yu locked gazes, hiding murderous intent in their eyes.

The other people at the first table became tense and vigilant.

Was a fight about to break out?

Ye Zui didn’t notice the unusualness beside her with Yi Dao, she had already stood up, stepping forward, not forgetting to pick up the elegantly packaged classical wine bottle.

Her steps were unsteady, her posture swaying, her gaze drifting, her expression unclear; she seemed surely drunk, but how could she be this drunk?

Above her brows was an arrogant allure, burning bones to ashes, but in her eyes was bottomless despair, trapping anyone inside.

One person becoming another.

She carried the wine jug, walking step by step, swaying beautifully yet hesitantly, crossing the second table....

The third table...

Her hand rested on Sui Yi’s shoulder, one finger slowly moving up, one, two, three... it caressed Sui Yi’s slender, tender neck.

Her fingers were cold.

Gong Jiu and Flower Demon’s eyes nearly popped out.

Why didn’t Sui Yi react!

Across, Ye Zixu subconsciously placed his hand on the short sword at his waist, Yi Chilian and others were fully alert, the atmosphere of the entire venue tightened like a knot.

A trigger away?

If triggered, the consequences would be severe!

Could they withstand a behemoth like The Gate?

Yet Qiu Mountain and others gloated....

Waiting for Sui Yi to hang.

Of course, one look from Sui Yi...

Ye Zixu’s unease was suppressed as he knitted his brows, staring intently at the other side....

"Your Highness~~, accompany me in a drink..."

Ye Zui lifted her hand, and the jug’s spout poured into the cup in front of Sui Yi...

A faint smile on her face.

The wine cup was particularly beautiful, wrapped red-plumed silk around Celadon, the colors dazzling and brightly splendid.

Especially with the blood-red Monkey Brew pouring in, the lustrous color intensified, with a strong fragrance....

Sui Yi originally did not favor such strong wine, but the hand on his shoulder was quite heavy, the person urging the drink....

Who is referred to as Your Highness?

Across the table, Cao Ling’s eyes nearly popped out, desperately signaling Sui Yi....

Agree with her! Or else she’ll go berserk! Once berserk, she’ll kill!

"Alright"

Sui Yi’s expression didn’t change, only he understood the tumult inside...

Perhaps, also Gu Sansi, who knows her past well, thus looking at her with that gaze.

Sui Yi pondered, slightly held the rim of the wine cup with both hands, chin slightly raised...

However beautiful the cup or red the wine, it all depended on the woman’s hand lifting it, her lips meeting it, defining the phrase ’beauty like wine’...

While the crimson wine entered the throat, the slight movement of the Adam’s apple became clear... slender, fair, with a touch of porcelain white...

The person holding the wine jug observed, suddenly free hand reaching behind Sui Yi’s head, clasping her side face, directly lowering her head, those lips passionately yet heavily pressed upon that neck.

Just as Sui Yi was drinking, she suddenly felt her neck heat up, then spreading madness, lips reached her little ear, fiercely kissing and lightly sucking, as if ignited... engulfing the ear pendant...

"Ten years, I’ve waited ten whole years for you..."

That deep, gritted, fragmented voice...

Fell heavily from the other’s chest into Sui Yi’s heart.

Sui Yi’s pupils contracted, her hand trembled heavily, the remaining half spilled out, flowing along her fingers and wrist, one drop like blood on the light-colored clothes and pants, so vivid.

Watching this sudden "kiss," everyone was bewildered.

Even Jiang Chenyu and Gu Sansi, people with external assistance, hadn’t expected this.