Meng Zhuqing didn't wait for Tobanya to respond and wanted to call someone to treat Tobanya's wounded hand, but Tobanya grabbed him with her other unharmed hand, preventing him from getting help.
Tobanya then said softly, "Who told you not to drink with me."
At this point, Meng Zhuqing felt like cursing.
He wanted to curse Tobanya.
Was it because he didn't drink with her that she had to injure her hand like this? How could she be so careless with herself?!
But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Even if he wanted to curse, those harsh words just couldn't leave his mouth.
"Commandery Princess, please let your wound be treated first. Afterward, this general will accompany you to drink, alright?" he compromised.
The priority was her wounded hand.
"Mmm," she paused, "Don't want anyone else."
"Hmm?" Meng Zhuqing didn't understand what Tobanya meant by not wanting anyone else.
Drunk, Tobanya swayed, severely intoxicated, yet her tone was insistent: "You deal with it."