The person sitting on the tree showed no reaction, their dull eyes fixed on the distant sky.
In the past, he could still deceive anyone with a smiling face.
But these past two days, ever since he woke up, he had truly been living like a walking corpse.
Among so many people, only Chu Qianli could exchange a few words with him.
He ignored everyone else, whether it was Fu Ning or the servants.
He also showed no reaction when spoken to.
Chu Qianli called out again, "A Chu, be good, come down quickly."
This branch was too thin to bear his weight alone; otherwise, Chu Qianli would have climbed up herself.
She feared that if she went up, both of them would fall.
"A Chu..."
Finally, the figure in white swayed gently.
Feng Dingchu came down.
But his eyes, which looked at her, remained dim and lifeless.
"Let's go, we'll go to the pavilion."
He didn't move, so Chu Qianli had to pull him along towards the pavilion.
Eating had no taste whatsoever.
If Chu Qianli hadn't forced it into his mouth, he wouldn't have even opened his lips.
"I want to drink," he suddenly said after finishing.
Chu Qianli was a little helpless and tried to persuade him, "A Chu, you've just recovered, let's not drink today, okay?"
He had been drinking constantly for the past two days, and if he continued, his body would be ruined.
Fortunately, he possessed the physique of a God of War, which was incredibly resilient; otherwise, who could withstand such torment?
Upon hearing this, Feng Dingchu actually stood up and turned to leave.
Chu Qianli, helpless, grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
"Alright, alright, I'll get you wine, don't run off, I'll get you wine, won't I? You don't have money on you now, you can't buy wine, and you know people will hit you if you try to snatch it?"
Knowing that he would likely not listen to her reasoning,
Chu Qianli could only retrieve a wine bottle from her Qiankun Chain and give it to him.
Feng Dingchu sat down by the stone railing and began to drink slowly.
He didn't gulp it down like someone addicted to alcohol, but rather savored it slowly.
Sip by sip.
Yet, this slow, deliberate action was despair-inducing to watch.
It had been two days, and there was no sign of improvement.
Suddenly, a commotion came from outside.
Feng Wuya had returned.
Chu Qianli personally went to greet him, ordering Tie Xin to guard the courtyard and not allow anyone to approach.
Feng Wuya's hurried arrival was because Chu Qianli had sent Fu Long to deliver a message to him tonight.
"Where is Ninth Uncle?" he asked in a low voice.
"He's... under the pavilion."
Feng Wuya immediately went over and saw the solitary white figure from afar.
Upon closer inspection, he was somewhat stunned.
Ninth Uncle... his beard was gone, and his true face, hidden for over a decade, was finally revealed to him once more.
Even Feng Wuya, a man himself, couldn't help but steal a few extra glances.
What divine presence!
Especially now, holding a bottle of wine, his eyes hazy with intoxication, if any maiden saw him like this, wouldn't they be driven mad with infatuation?
Ninth Uncle, with his celestial beauty, it had truly been a long time.
However...
"Ninth Uncle, it's Wuya."
After several attempts, Ninth Uncle showed no reaction at all.
Feng Wuya turned and walked back to Chu Qianli, his eyes filled with anxiety. "Why has Ninth Uncle become like this? What exactly did he experience in the palace?"
Fu Long had briefly told him that Ninth Prince had been poisoned in the palace and rescued by A'Li.
But Fu Long hadn't explained the specifics.
"You are the closest royal relative to him after he left the palace."
Chu Qianli stood beside Feng Wuya, looking at Feng Dingchu in the distance with him.
"Back then, what mistake did he commit that the Empress Dowager was so determined to kill him?"