Zhan Lan was carried on Mu Yan's shoulder, and although she hadn't drunk much, her stomach was feeling quite uncomfortable.
Mu Yan felt her discomfort, and after putting her down, he scooped her up in his arms and walked on.
The Hidden Guards all avoided their gazes in the shadows.
They felt as if they were about to suffocate.
Because they sensed the hostility and chill on their Master that had not been present for a long time.
"I'm not drunk, put me down." Zhan Lan complained, wriggling her legs.
No matter how much she struggled, Mu Yan remained silent and carried her into the bridal chamber.
Zhan Lan swayed up and down with his movements, and could only tighten her hold around his neck.
It was only when she suddenly lost weight and came to her senses that she found herself in the warm springs.
Zhan Lan stood up in the pool, drenched all over, and looked at Mu Yan.