Chapter 160: I Insist on Making You Drunk

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Su Ling hurried down the corridor, her steps echoing lightly on the flagstones, their sound unusually clear in the tranquil indigo of the night.

What exactly is the Blood Princess thinking about?

Is she truly considering the Night Vigil, or is there another purpose entirely?

As she returned with the tray in hand, Su Ling’s thoughts were in a whirl.

When she got back to the room, Su Ling found the Blood Princess still sitting where she had been before, by the window.

She gently set the tray down on the table.

The Blood Princess slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on the snake cakes and wine in Su Ling’s hands. The corner of her lips curled into a faint, almost unnoticeable smile as she reached out and took the knife and fork, expertly slicing through the middle of the cake, releasing its rich fragrance.

“Come here.” The Blood Princess beckoned Su Ling with a finger, her voice low and commanding.

Su Ling hesitated for a moment, but still obediently walked to the Blood Princess’s side, lowering her head and not daring to meet her gaze.

“Eat this,” she ordered.

The Blood Princess first picked up her own glass and took a sip, then brought the fork to Su Ling’s lips, a piece of snake cake on top.

“Huh… you want me to eat? Are you serious?”

Su Ling nearly dropped the wine-infused dessert in panic, her mind racing.

“But, Your Highness, I… I’m worried I might get drunk and do something improper…”

“Do you want me to repeat myself? This is an order—eat it.”

There was no way out. Su Ling could only open her mouth, shifting her gaze away from the Blood Princess’s sharp eyes. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and coughed softly after swallowing the piece.

The cake melted in her mouth, its mellow sweetness laced with wine seeping through, bringing a warm, slightly spicy sensation. A blush spread across Su Ling’s cheeks—the first sign of the alcohol taking effect.

She opened her eyes, her gaze slightly dazed and flustered.

“Here, one more.”

Before she could even catch her breath, another piece of snake cake was brought to her lips, and she felt her head growing heavier.

This time, the alcohol content must have far exceeded Su Ling’s tolerance.

The rich aroma of wine spread throughout her mouth, quickly followed by a dizzying sensation. Su Ling struggled to maintain her composure, but her senses had already started to blur.

She felt her arms grow weak, her body swaying as if she might collapse.

No, if this continues, I’ll end up like I did that day in the Flowerhouse. If I say something inappropriate to the Princess because I lose control again, that’ll be a disaster.

“Your Highness, I… I really can’t eat anymore…”

There was a note of pleading in Su Ling’s voice, which had already grown feeble and soft.

But the Blood Princess seemed unmoved by her words. She stood up, walked to Su Ling’s side, and pulled her closer. Su Ling lost her balance and stumbled a few steps, nearly falling.

“When did you get the right to disobey my orders?”

Her icy words brushed past Su Ling’s ear.

“But I’m afraid I’ll get drunk…”

“Then I insist on making you drunk.”

The next moment, the Blood Princess raised the wine in her hand, took a mouthful, and kissed Su Ling.

Su Ling’s mind went completely blank; she even forgot to resist, as if struck by lightning.

That woman forcibly parted her lips and poured the red wine into her mouth, flooding her senses.

The cool, clear liquid slid from the corner of her lips, soaking the front of her clothes and the bedding. Su Ling could only gasp for air, the scent of red wine overwhelming her every breath.

It’s over. I’m finished.

She felt as if she were sinking into the depths, the surface of reality drifting farther and farther away, while the Blood Princess in front of her also became blurred and indistinct.

One mouthful after another.

The wine pooled and mingled with the Blood Princess’s sweet saliva, bringing an intoxicating thrill Su Ling had never experienced. She tried to push the Blood Princess away, but her arms were limp and weak by her side, unable to muster any resistance.

Crystal-clear liquid trickled down Su Ling’s jaw, soaking her arms and clothes.

As if cradled in the Blood Princess’s embrace, Su Ling was completely lost, her hand somehow gripping the Blood Princess’s robe, pulling the luxurious fabric half aside, revealing swathes of bare skin and the rise and fall of her curves.

The Blood Princess’s gaze lingered over Su Ling’s body, her eyes growing more intense with heat.

Finally, she managed to get her little toy drunk and helpless in her arms again.

A surge of excitement ran through the Blood Princess’s heart. She stroked the silver-haired girl’s cheek, loosened her tie, and began to savor the sweetness of her lips, her collarbone, and then…

The warmth of Su Ling’s skin was still enough to ensnare one’s senses, yet this time, unlike before, the feeling was tinged with a trace of disappointment.

Why was that?

Holding Su Ling’s body tightly, the Blood Princess gazed silently at the enchanting girl in her arms, saying nothing.

Because she had fallen for this girl, the Blood Princess had even abandoned the etiquette and rules of the Royal Family, wanting only to find more delight from Su Ling.

Originally, she should have simply continued to play with her as a useful tool. Yet every time, Su Ling’s actions had quietly disrupted her resolve.

Especially that prayer under the dome…

“Why is it…?”

The Blood Princess muttered to herself, lowering her head and gently kissing Su Ling, as if she were kissing a beloved doll.

She had obtained what she loved, yet she felt nothing but a vague sense of loss.

In the end, perhaps she still couldn’t comprehend the human emotions that Veya had described. As expected, to understand such complex things, she would have to read many more books about humans.

She laid the collapsed Su Ling on her own bed, carefully covering her with a blanket.

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When Su Ling woke up at dawn the next day, she felt as if her head was splitting, the aftereffects of the wine leaving her heavy and sluggish.

Sunlight poured onto the spotless windowsill, illuminating the room. Velvet curtains fluttered softly in the breeze, the fire on the wall flickering warmly, and in the air lingered a floral scent that stirred the heart.

What a bright room… So luxurious, it feels almost unreal.

Everything in front of her was completely out of place with the cramped underground servant’s quarters she was used to—that dark, stuffy little corner was what she called her room.

Su Ling reached out to touch her forehead, wondering if she was still dreaming.

Just then, she heard a faint, soft breathing by her ear.

Su Ling finally realized her body seemed to be embraced by someone, and that person was right beside her.

Who could it be?

She turned her head and saw, within arm’s reach, the black-haired girl sleeping peacefully on the white pillow.

Huh…?

Warm light poured down, glinting on the Blood Princess’s hair as it spread across the pillow like silk. She lay quietly, her black hair fanned out, a few loose strands falling on her fair cheeks.

That face was so close, so perfectly still, it seemed like a portrait carefully painted in oil.

“Your… Your Highness…”

Su Ling almost cried out, but managed to stifle her voice, afraid of waking the Blood Princess.

Wait, what’s going on? Could it be—could it be that I… actually spent the night in the Blood Princess’s room, and even… even shared a bed with her!?

Still half-dazed, Su Ling was completely stunned.