"Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?" Staring into Zhang Lan's icy gaze, the Prefect broke out in a cold sweat. As a chilly gust of wind blew past, the alcohol in his system instantly wore off.
"It's nothing. I simply feel that the killing intent in your Purple Bamboo Hall is far too heavy, and I'm a bit frightened!" Zhang Lan smiled, stepped across the Prefect's dining table, and sat heavily upon a wide cushion.
"Come, come! You and I shall have a drink together—a proper drink!" With a sudden burst of strength, Zhang Lan reached out and dragged the Prefect down to sit beside him.
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