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Chapter 208, page 207: A tender night, Celia watches the battle.

Inside, the cool moonlight poured down like rain, illuminating the enormous, striking bed in the center of the luxurious room.

The gauze curtains hung down gently, swaying slightly in the breeze.

Milie Alde's body froze in place as the door opened.

Her gaze swept over the only bed in the room, and she almost immediately understood the new emperor's intention.

This was not merely providing them with a place to rest, but also a subtle form of "isolation," ensuring she would not return to the banquet to "make outrageous remarks."

tap tap—

Just then, a slightly hurried sound of footsteps came from behind.

Celia appeared at the end of the corridor; she had obviously come looking for him after finishing her own business.

Upon seeing this, the eunuch leading the way immediately stood respectfully to one side.

Celia walked quickly to the two of them, her gaze passing over Gu Yuan's shoulder, and she also saw the layout of the room—especially the excessively large and obviously designed bed.

In an instant, Celia's face darkened.

Almost without thinking, she immediately took action.

She turned to the eunuch beside her and, in an unquestionable tone, demanded a change of room.

The eunuch dared not delay and immediately bowed to lead the way, quickly arranging a guest room for her next to Gu Yuan and the other man.

"Bang!"

A not-too-loud slam of the door rang out, clearly expressing Celie's current mood.

Hearing the noise from next door, Milieard instinctively wanted to imitate it.

However, just as she was about to unleash her power, she felt the steady warmth and presence emanating from Gu Yuan's palm, causing her to pause involuntarily.

"If you feel it's too much, you don't have to force yourself." Gu Yuan seemed to sense her hesitation, squeezed her hand, and said in a calm voice.

These words, however, stirred a subtle competitive spirit in Miliad.

She bit her lower lip and whispered in response, "Don't underestimate me."

She thought to herself, in the dream created by Grao Sam, she had even experienced such an absurd wedding and worn the ring.

In reality, it's just sleeping in the same room and on the same bed. Is that more terrifying than facing demons?

With a determined look in her heart, Milield seemed to have made up her mind.

Without further hesitation, she took the initiative to step forward, gently took Gu Yuan's hand, and led him into the room, closing the door behind her.

The eunuch who had not yet left saw this scene and felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

The task His Majesty assigned has finally been completed. Now there's no need to worry about that elf lady going back to disrupt the ceremony.

Meanwhile, in the next room.

Celia sat alone on the soft edge of the bed, letting out a clear, cold snort.

Her powerful senses allowed her to "see" the two people next door entering the room together, even through the wall—

The scene of closing the door.

"Shameless!"

She muttered under her breath, her tone filled with barely concealed embarrassment and annoyance.

But then, a strange sense of relief welled up inside him—a relief that it wasn't him standing next to Gu Yuan at that moment.

However, she quickly extinguished this feeling of relief as soon as it arose.

She couldn't help but ask herself: What am I so glad about? Everything in the dream was so vivid in her mind, she even wore a wedding dress, which undoubtedly showed that in Gu Yuan's subconscious, she was already one of his targets.

Therefore, unless Gu Yuan is dead, it's only a matter of time before he "captures" him.

Thinking of this, Celia spat again, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she cursed inwardly:

This guy is really indiscriminate in his tastes, even liking someone my age! I've lived long enough to be his great-grandmother!

But no matter how angry or frustrated she was, things seemed to have already moved in an irreversible direction.

She exhaled a long breath, keeping a sliver of her senses alert to the sounds from next door, while sprawling back on the bed in a spread-eagle position.

She gazed at the ornately decorated ceiling, feeling an unprecedented sense of sorrow and confusion about her future.

The next room.

Milie Alde sat silently on the edge of the bed, her body tense, not daring to move.

Moonlight streamed through the delicate windowpane, softly illuminating her ethereal face, reflecting a complex mix of tension and...

A complex expression of shyness and excitement.

Gu Yuan stood not far away, seemingly admiring the murals depicting epic scenes on the wall, but his mood was also somewhat complicated.

How did things get to the point where we sleep in the same bed?

He pondered to himself, then slightly turned his head to observe the quiet figure under the moonlight.

Miliearde seemed to notice his gaze, raised her head, her eyes briefly meeting his in mid-air before she hastily lowered them again.

Gu Yuan knew he couldn't let this awkward silence continue any longer.

Although it's unclear what kind of pressure Miliearde is under at this moment, and what she's thinking.

But in order to get through the night smoothly, he has to break this deadlock.

So he turned around and, in as natural a tone as possible, steered the conversation to the area that Miliald was most interested in: "Still disappointed with the wine at the banquet?"

Upon hearing this, Milie Alde gave a soft "hmm," and a hint of sullenness appeared on her face.

Gu Yuan then said, "Speaking of which, I remember I obtained some fine wines before, supposedly from a true god of wine. They should suit your taste."

"The real god of wine?" Miliearde was taken aback, her eyes instantly ignited with interest.

She looked up, her eyes lighting up, and asked cautiously, "Is it truly deserving of its reputation? I don't want to be deceived anymore."

Seeing that she had regained that look of longing for fine wine, Gu Yuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, it lives up to its name."

He paused, then added, "However, because the wine is so potent—just a drop of the undiluted liquid is enough to make someone intoxicated for half a month—I diluted it beforehand to avoid any trouble."

"It's okay, as long as it tastes good!" Millie Alde immediately said, her face showing eagerness. "Quick, bring it out and try it!"

As she spoke, she seemed to have completely forgotten her earlier restraint, and naturally moved to the side to make room for Gu Yuan. She patted the empty edge of the bed, gesturing for Gu Yuan to sit down.

Gu Yuan readily accepted the good advice and sat down by the bedside.

He took out an exquisite glass bottle and handed it to Miliearde.

Milie Alde took the bottle with extreme care, as if she were holding some rare treasure.

She first brought the sniff close to her nose, a hint of intoxication flashing in her eyes, and then she took a small sip.

In an instant, an indescribable rich aroma and complex flavor exploded in her mouth, and her eyes shone with an unprecedented fervent light, as if she were about to fly away.

"Absolutely amazing—" she murmured to herself, her face beaming with pure satisfaction and happiness, "I've never tasted such delicious wine in my entire life."

In an instant, the disappointment and frustration of the ceremony were swept away by this wonderful taste.

But then, a practical question arose in my mind: such a divine product could probably only be produced by Gu Yuan.

What should I do if he's not around?

She instinctively picked up her wine flask, tilted her head back, and took a sip.

Sure enough, the wine that once brought her pleasure now seemed so bland and tasteless compared to the divine wine, as plain as water.

She put down the wine jug, her gaze becoming extremely complex as she looked at the glass bottle, then at Gu Yuan himself, her heart filled with inner turmoil.

Gu Yuan seemed oblivious to her complex emotions, and casually said, "As long as it tastes good, that's fine. This is just a little bit after dilution. Since I haven't received the spatial equipment yet, it's inconvenient to carry too much. I still have several large vats stored in my room."

"How many...how many large tanks?" Millie Alde's eyes widened instantly upon hearing this number, and her breath seemed to catch in her throat for a moment.

At that moment, the last bit of hesitation in her eyes vanished.

She thought to herself, "Gu Yuan must like me too, right?"

Only that thin film about lifespan separated the two.

Since that's the case—

call--

Millie Aldeh recalled everything from her dream.

We can't hesitate any longer.

She said to herself.

Even if the relationship between humans and elves is destined to be short-lived, those few decades of real possession are far better than missing out now and then regretting it alone in the endless years to come!

At this time, facing potential concerns and uncertainties about the future, it is the older generation who should take the initiative to be tolerant and take this step.

She stopped talking, picked up the bottle, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp, as if gathering her last bit of courage for her next move.

A moment later, in the next room.

Lying on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position, her senses involuntarily drifted toward Celia next door, and she suddenly sat up in bed!

In her perception, the auras of the two people next door rapidly approached each other, eventually intertwining and merging together.

"You—you all—!"

As if she had been burned, she frantically severed all magical connections, as if delaying even a second would taint her spirit.

Wow!

She grabbed the soft quilt next to her and pulled it over her head, curling up inside.

In the darkness, her cheeks were burning hot, her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and even her eardrums were buzzing.

"Shameless—truly—two shameless people!"

Seria let out muffled sobs of shame and indignation from under the covers, her voice trembling without her even realizing it.

That night, some were so engrossed in their intoxication that they couldn't wake up, while others were in turmoil, destined to be sleepless all night.