The Dark Moonlight returns to the capital, and the mad prince is accused of forcing love.

It became completely quiet outside.

Granny Fang asked, "Miss, aren't you afraid the young master will be angry?"

Xu Qianhui's mind cleared up for a moment.

She let out a burp and deliberately slurred, "In the Duke's mansion, I only acknowledge the Old Madam. If anyone else wants me to bow down, they have to ask the Old Madam first."

Granny Fang, who was carrying the copper basin, showed a look of relief on her face.

She placed the copper basin on the shelf, took out a thin quilt, and laid it down on the floor near the bed.

Before long, peace returned to the tent, with only the occasional chirping of insects from the grassland outside.

Xu Qianhui should have had a good night's sleep, but unexpectedly, in her half-awake state, a warm smell of alcohol brushed past her ear.

She subconsciously thought the person was Lin Zuoqing, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Zuoan sitting by the couch, his fingers stroking her cheek.

His eyes, flushed from drunkenness, drooped, and his voice was hoarse and strained, carrying a strange sense of grievance.

"Ah Hui, why did you drink on Chu Yun's behalf?"

"Do you really not want me anymore?"

Startled by the commotion, Granny Fang quickly sat up.

By the dim, almost-burnt candlelight, Xu Qianhui saw that Granny Fang looked on in disbelief.

This is... pretty awkward.

In order to avoid the surprised looks from Granny Fang, she decided to get rid of Lin Zuo'an first.

She shrank back into the bed and said, "You said you were leaving the capital for a few days, so why did you come to the polo club?"

The man, reeking of alcohol, was already in a state of mental confusion.

Lin Zuo'an barely managed to support himself on the edge of the bed with his arms, and began to speak haltingly.

"I dare not tell you... I'm afraid you'll hate me if you know I'm going to stay with Qin Miaoyun."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qianhui sneered.

Thinking about the unfinished business, Xu Qianhui was extremely patient.

"You don't want me anymore, so why can't I not want you?"

"Ah Hui, I was wrong, I was just pretending." Lin Zuo'an's voice was tinged with grievance: "Qin Miaoyun is too jealous. If I treat you well, I'm afraid she will hurt you in secret."

As he spoke, Lin Zuo'an leaned forward a little, his warm, heavy breath hitting Xu Qianhui's neck.

"I've always loved you. Ah Hui, please don't abandon me, and you're not allowed to marry Chu Yunci."

Xu Qianhui sighed softly, her tone tinged with a hint of resentment.

"The reason I'm close to the young general is because you hurt me so much, so I just wanted to make you jealous."

Upon receiving these kind words, Lin Zuo'an's eyes lit up with joy.

"I knew it..."

He leaned down, pouting as he tried to kiss Xu Qianhui on the face, completely disregarding the strong smell of alcohol on his breath.

Xu Qianhui immediately turned her head away.

Even if Granny Fang wasn't there, she wouldn't want to be intimate with him anymore.

After all, he and Qin Miaoyun were always inseparable; who knows how many times they had kissed?

She has no interest in dirty men.

She caught a glimpse of Granny Fang watching the play out of the corner of her eye, and an idea popped into her head. She raised her hand and beckoned.

Granny Fang paused for a moment, then got up and went over.

As she approached, Xu Qianhui shrank back and slipped down from the foot of the couch.

Granny Fang felt a sudden push on her back, and before she knew it, she was in the spot where Xu Qianhui had just been lying.

Completely out of his mind, Lin Zuo'an didn't even look at the person, and reached out to pull them tightly into his arms.

"A'fen...A'fen..."

Looking at the head rubbing against Granny Fang's neck, Xu Qianhui clasped her hands together and bowed to Granny Fang.

"Please, Granny, just treat him like your grandson. I'll go find the young general and get him away right away."

Granny Fang, who was being held tightly, felt as if the sky had fallen.

"This old servant will go and fetch someone, Miss, this old servant will go!"

"I can't handle this!"

Xu Qianhui didn't care about any of that. She lifted the curtain and rushed into the night, her steps light enough to fly.

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly turned around and ran quickly toward the Grand Tutor's tent, which was originally heading toward the carriage.

......

Qin Miaoyun lived in an independent tent.

A yellow lantern hung on a pole, swaying back and forth in the night breeze.

Intermittent sobbing could be heard coming from inside the tent.

"Zuo An still can't let her go, he still can't let her go..."

Along with the sobs, there were also the soft, comforting words of the maidservants.

Xu Qianhui cleared her throat as she stood outside the tent.

"Miss Qin, I'm Xu Qianhui. Excuse me."

The commotion inside abruptly ceased.

After a while, a maid in green lifted the curtain and peeked out, her face full of wariness.

Qin Miaoyun, who was following behind, had red eyes and tear stains that had not yet dried.

"What are you doing here so late?"

Faced with the questioning, Xu Qianhui bit her lower lip and avoided eye contact, perfectly portraying a hesitant and unspeakable expression.

Qin Miaoyun said impatiently, "If you didn't want to talk, why did you come in the first place?"

The maid in green made a move to lower the curtain.

Xu Qianhui took a deep breath, adopted a reckless attitude, and stepped forward.

"Miss Qin, could you please dismiss everyone else?"

Qin Miaoyun cast a suspicious glance at Xu Qianhui's face, but finally couldn't resist her curiosity and waved her hand, "You wait outside."

The maidservant did as instructed and went out of the tent to invite Xu Qianhui inside.

"Now you can tell me, right?"

Xu Qianhui said, "Miss Qin, you've misunderstood me. The Second Young Master and I have really broken up."

"If that's all you wanted to say to me, I already know that, and you've said it before."

After saying that, she was about to call for the maid outside.

"Wait a minute." Xu Qianhui quickly stopped her: "I'm not just referring to that. Actually... actually, the Second Young Master didn't like me as much as you think before."

Upon hearing this, Qin Miaoyun looked Xu Qianhui up and down, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"You're already engaged, how could he not like it?"

Xu Qianhui looked troubled, her hands nervously twisting in front of her, her expression indescribable.

"Miss Qin, as you saw tonight, I have feelings for General Chu and I don't want to look back on the past."

"So, I decided to come here so that you wouldn't misunderstand me anymore."

This cryptic talk completely confused Qin Miaoyun: "What exactly do you mean?"

Xu Qianhui swallowed hard, leaned closer, and spoke in a voice barely audible.

"The Second Young Master doesn't actually like young girls..."

"I've known about this for a long time, but I've always turned a blind eye to it."

"Just now, General Chu and I were taking a walk outside to sober up. After we parted ways, I returned to General Chu's tent and saw... I saw Granny Fang and the Second Young Master embracing each other..."

Qin Miaoyun was shocked and took two steps back: "How is this possible?! Don't try to fool me! I've known Zuo An for so long, he's definitely not that kind of person!"

"Miss Qin, if I wanted to harm you, I would only need to wait until the rumors spread tomorrow, and then see how the Grand Tutor's mansion would handle the situation." Xu Qianhui sighed, "Although tonight was lively, I could tell that you weren't very happy afterwards. If I wasn't afraid that you would continue to misunderstand, I definitely wouldn't have made this trip."

These words are perfectly reasonable and there is nothing wrong with them.

Qin Miaoyun shook her head repeatedly, her eyes filled with despair.

"Impossible! No, I don't believe it!"

Xu Qianhui stepped aside to make way, pointing in the direction of Chu Yunci's tent: "If Miss Qin doesn't believe me, you can come with me to General Chu's tent and take a look."

......

The night wind carried a chill, causing the embers of the distant campfire to flicker.

As the three approached the general's tent, a suppressed shout pierced their ears.

Qin Miaoyun's expression changed drastically, and she quickly stepped forward to lift the tent flap.

Inside the tent, Lin Zuo'an, completely drunk, clung tightly to Granny Fang like an octopus, muttering some lewd words.

Granny Fang pressed her hands firmly against his chest, her face filled with utter despair.

Qin Miaoyun looked at the two embracing each other in disbelief, her mind filled with images of her and Lin Zuoan's tender moments.

"Lin Zuo'an, what are you doing?!"