Chu Yanli stopped speaking further and continued to gulp down drink after drink.
Chen Mo spoke up to remind her, "Your Highness, you’ve had too much to drink."
"This is nothing, just moistening my throat."
The Princess casually wiped the wine from her lips with her sleeve, and with a smile, said, "I heard you have quite the literary talent. Not only can you write books, but you also compose poetry. How did it go... ’My blossoms bloom to slay a hundred flowers’?"
"Though it’s incomplete, it has quite the vigor and speaks to my heart."
"But what does that line ’Raise a drink to the broken spear, and feel slightly sad’ mean? I’ve pondered over it repeatedly but still don’t quite understand."
"..."
You seem to know way too much...
Chen Mo felt awkward and said, "Just random writing, not to be taken seriously."
Chu Yanli earnestly continued, "Then seriously write one for me now, using the contents of this cup as the theme. If you dare to fool me, don’t even think about leaving tonight!"
?
Chen Mo’s mouth twitched slightly.
Seeing she didn’t appear to be joking, his head began to ache.
With this woman’s personality, plus the catalyst of alcohol, there’s no telling what she might do.
"If I manage to write it, can I leave?" Chen Mo asked tentatively.
Chu Yanli replied, "Only if it satisfies me."
"Alright, I’ll do my best."
Hake Han was still relentlessly attacking his crotch, and Chen Mo felt his pants were about to be ruined.
He needed to resolve this quickly.
With his left hand pressing down on Hake Han, he dipped his right index finger in wine and, after a brief contemplation, wrote several lines on the table.
"Done."
"So fast? You didn’t just scribble nonsense, did you?"
Chu Yanli furrowed her brows.
The two were sitting facing each other; to see the writing clearly, she got up, moved beside Chen Mo, and leaned down closely.
Her black, glossy hair fell beside her neck, wafting a faint scent of soapwort. Chen Mo inadvertently glanced over, his expression suddenly stiffened.
Because the dress was too loose and lacked the cover of underwear, through the neckline he could clearly see a patch of snowy skin...
Hurriedly, he averted his gaze.
He didn’t expect the Princess to be quite endowed...
Normally she wore the Martial Robe, and it didn’t show; perhaps she bound it up?
"Great ventures arise among us, entering Jianghu, time fleeting by. Imperial ambitions, talked of with laughter, surreal is life...fooled by one drunken night?"
Chu Yanli gazed at the writing on the table, murmuring to herself, her eyes somewhat dazed.
Chen Mo originally considered copying something like "Drink Song," but felt it would be out of place; he didn’t wish to be seen as ruining the Great Yuan poetic scene...
He pondered, then opted for the poem "Life·Jianghu," but only transcribed half, figuring it would suffice for the Princess without being excessive.
"What’s the name of this poem?" Chu Yanli regained her senses and inquired.



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