The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 192 It really is my cousin, Lu Zhan!
His sudden approach startled Zhi Wan, and she sobered up a bit, staring blankly at him. "Cousin, are you... drunk?"

Lu Zhan paused, took two steps back, and said in a low voice, "Perhaps."

Zhiwan clenched her fingertips, feeling that her cousin was particularly dangerous tonight.

She said hurriedly, "Cousin, it's getting late, I... I'll go back first." Without waiting for Lu Zhan to speak, she turned and ran away.

Watching the girl flee in panic, Lu Zhan pressed his long fingers against his brow, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

The "medicine" he administered tonight seems a bit too strong.

If we don't do this, this girl will fall for someone else.

He hadn't finished dealing with things in Jiangnan, so he couldn't be close to her.

The best way is to get her to accept him, so as to stop her from choosing someone else as her husband.

Lu Zhan thought casually, his slender fingers touching the jade pendant at his waist, already having made up his mind.

Holding the wine pot, Zhiwan ran all the way back to Yaoguang Pavilion.

"Why did you come back, Miss?" Shuang'er asked in surprise when she saw her running back breathlessly.

"It's nothing," Zhiwan said, opening the lid of the pot and taking a big gulp of wine.

Shuang'er was startled by her actions. "Why is Miss drinking so much?" And so heavily at that.

Drinking like this, you'll get drunk in no time.

Zhiwan ignored her and, after drinking half a pot of water, she was already feeling a little dizzy. "Quickly prepare water for me to take a bath."

"Yes." Shuang'er hurried off.

After taking a bath, the effects of the alcohol kicked in, and Zhiwan was quite drunk.

Shuang'er helped her to bed and saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were closed. She was very worried. "Miss, are you alright?"

"It's alright, I'll take a nap, you can go now..." Zhiwan barely managed to maintain a sliver of consciousness.

Shuang'er was worried and stayed by the bedside for a long time until she fell into a deep sleep before leaving the inner room.

As Zhiwan drifted off to sleep, she found herself in a study.

She was familiar with this study; it was the man's study.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time since she's been to this place.

Her gaze swept around the room, finally settling on the man reading a book behind the desk.

Her brow twitched when she saw the man's moon-white robe.

My cousin wore a robe of this color when we had dinner in my aunt's courtyard that evening.

My cousin's robes are mostly dark-colored, and he rarely wears light-colored or bright robes on ordinary days. The moon-white robe that my cousin is wearing tonight was chosen for him by her and her aunt at the flower viewing banquet.

Therefore, she immediately recognized that the robe the man was wearing was the same one her cousin had worn that evening.

Zhiwan clenched her fingers and slowly walked towards the man.

The man heard footsteps, looked up, and showed no surprise when he saw her.

His dark, deep eyes watched the girl approach step by step, a hint of expectation in them.

"You came."

As he did during every secret rendezvous, he asked in a calm voice.

This time, Zhiwan ignored him.

As she approached, her eyes went directly to his left side.

But the man was sitting in a chair, and the table blocked his view, so she couldn't see him for a moment.

"What are you looking for?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zhiwan's heart trembled.

She shook her head calmly. "I wasn't looking for anything."

The man paused for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled her onto his lap.

Zhiwan was stunned and hadn't reacted when a unique, cool fragrance of cedar wood wafted into her nose, and the next moment, her lips were kissed.

Zhiwan's mind went blank.

If the person in front of her really is her cousin...

Zhi Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she awkwardly pushed the man away. Deep down, she hoped this man wasn't her cousin; after all, she always seemed so unrestrained and carefree when she was with him…

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes, hoping that she was wrong, otherwise how could she face her cousin in the future?

Pushed away, the man wasn't angry. He pinched Zhiwan's chin and asked in a low voice, "How much did you drink? You smell like alcohol."

Zhiwan suppressed her anxiety and patiently said, "It's none of your business." After saying that, she looked down at his waist.

But the man suddenly grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and carried her to sit on the desk.

Zhiwan was extremely annoyed and yelled at him, "What are you trying to do?"

The man paused, his thin lips pursed slightly, and stood up. "You've got quite a temper."

Zhiwan didn't have time to pay attention to him; she hurriedly looked at his waist.

But the man suddenly turned to the side and bent down to undo his belt.

Zhiwan's brow twitched, and she quickly jumped off the table, hugging his waist tightly from behind.

The man paused, turning his head to look at her.

Zhiwan had no time to look at anything else. She suppressed her pounding heart and looked down.

On the left side of the man's waist hung a green jade pendant with auspicious cloud patterns, and at the bottom of the pendant hung a blue tassel...

Yaoguang Pavilion.

Zhiwan was startled awake from her sleep.

Thinking of what she saw in her dream, her whole face turned bright red, and she sobered up completely.

A thunderous roar erupted in her mind.

That man really is my cousin...

Zhiwan curled her toes, feeling utterly embarrassed.

Oh my god, the man she flirted with in her dreams was actually her cousin, Lu Zhan!

ahhh-

Zhiwan roared inwardly.

She paced wildly around the room.

Shuang'er, who was sleeping in the outer room, heard the noise from the inner room and quickly got up to check.

Then they saw their young mistress, her hair disheveled, wandering around the room aimlessly, seemingly calling out something.

Seeing this, Shuang'er was frightened and hurriedly lit all the candles in the room. She asked in a trembling voice, "Miss, what's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"

The sudden lighting in the room, along with the maid's questioning voice behind her, finally brought Zhiwan back to her senses.

She composed herself and turned to look at Shuang'er. "Yes... she's having a nightmare."

She desperately wished that what had happened to her was just a dream, and that everything would disappear when she woke up.

Hearing this, Shuang'er breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and hugged her, comforting her, "Don't be afraid, Miss, it's just a dream."

Zhiwan wanted to cry but had no tears.

She was having a dream, but it wasn't an ordinary dream.

Because the person in her dream was actually her respected cousin in reality.

Thinking about all the disrespectful things she had done to her cousin, she felt a chill run down her spine.

She made a decision in her heart, took Shuang'er's hand and said, "Shuang'er, let's leave the capital."

She was too ashamed to stay and face her cousin any longer.

Shuang'er looked at her in surprise, "Leave the capital? Where will we go then?"

“Let’s go to Yangzhou,” Zhiwan said. “We’ll go back to Jurong to find the wet nurse.”

Shuang'er was very puzzled. "But Miss, why do we have to leave the capital? Didn't you meet the young master of the Chen family today? Weren't you satisfied with him?"

Zhiwan had unspeakable suffering.

The things she dreamed about were things she couldn't easily talk about with others.

"I... I just don't want to stay here anymore."

(End of this chapter)