?Reading on mobile phone Seeing that the two were still determined to keep going, Yapo advised, "Feng... Mr. Qin, why don't you stop now? Drinking too much isn't good for your health!" "Exactly. Once you've had enough, it's really enough—Prince殿下 is already doing well. Eight Zero E-book" Gossens added his voice as well, knowing well that this young, affluent prince, only a few years younger than himself, would never easily concede. Indeed, the prince looked at Qin Feng with disdain, "Easterner, do you still dare to drink?" "What's there to be afraid of?" Qin Feng pushed his tall glass aside and pointed to the silver tank used to chill the wine. "Using such a glass is simply unsatisfying. Why not use the tank instead?" "Very well," the prince agreed without hesitation. The two attendants cleared the ice from the tank, and Qin Feng personally poured six bottles of red wine into it continuously. The prince wouldn't back down either, and had six bottles poured into his cup as well. Now, it was a race to see who could finish first—both of them lifted their silver jugs and began pouring the wine into their mouths. Apres, slightly concerned, asked Gossens, "Father, won't something go wrong with them drinking like this?" Gossens shrugged, saying, "It should be fine. As outsiders, we can't really persuade them. The prince is someone who always wants to be first—unless he truly can't take it anymore, he'll never concede!" Qin Feng had already noticed that this prince was a true wine enthusiast—drinking like this would surely lead to trouble. He quietly drew out a spell of frenzy. Just as the prince was gulping down the red wine, his movements suddenly paused. Then, the silver jug slipped from his hands and landed on the table, splashing wine all over the surface and soaking his clothes. "Hey… heh… hahaha! You've lost! I've won! I've won! Hahaha!" The prince, now completely out of his element, pointed wildly at Qin Feng, his entire demeanor having spiraled into a state of frenzy Who could have guessed he had been under Qin Feng's spell—the everyone thought he was drunk. Several servants rushed over, steadying the wobbly prince, who expressed clear dissatisfaction, giving them punches and kicks. Yapo had always found the prince aloof, but now, after witnessing this, her impression of him had turned even worse. Gessens furrowed his brows; he rarely drank, as he particularly disliked people who threw tantrums. The servants worked together to carry the prince out, while Qin Feng paid no attention to what had happened, finishing off his red wine in one go and setting the silver pitcher down heavily on the table. "Where's he gone?" he asked, looking surprised—his performance was worthy of an Oscar nomination. Yapo replied, "The prince has had too much to drink and has been carried out. Qin sir, are you all right? You must feel a bit unwell after drinking so much. What would you like to eat? I'll get it right away." "Qin Dashi smiled happily and wiggled his fingers toward the orange on the table. The beautiful young lady immediately stuck a piece of orange with a toothpick and brought it to his mouth. Hmm, food served by a beauty truly tastes different. Turning to the head chef, he said, 'I'd like to have some more roasted meat—preferably at the best spot—and another plate... no, two plates!' This kind of upscale dining experience isn't something you can just decide to eat whenever you want, nor is it simply something that wealth guarantees. You have to make the most of the opportunity and enjoy it. 'The prince has already left,' said Gessen to his daughter, 'so if you've had enough, we should be leaving too!' 'I'd also like to have a bit more,' hurried the young lady, addressing the head chef, 'I'd like one plate too!' The father sighed helplessly, shaking his head. Staying here any longer would be nothing but suffering. Standing up, he said, 'Then I'll go first. Just don't stay out too late—there's a meeting with the chieftain tomorrow morning!' 'Got it,' said Yapo, waving her hand, as if she were Gesens spoke a few words to the bodyguard at the door and then left the garden. Without her father and the prince—two constant sources of brightness—Yi Shi became lively, her chairs pressed tightly together, and she longed to simply sink into Qin Feng's arms. "Feng, you're absolutely amazing—you defeated the self-proclaimed invincible prince," she said softly. Qin, the young lord, smiled modestly. "It wasn't anything special—just a drinking contest. I've never had anyone who could match me. Little Yi, could you please sit back a bit? I'm afraid I'll spill oil on you when I eat." "No way!" the beautiful young woman brightened. "All I need is a change of clothes!" "What did I call you just now?" "Yi," he quickly corrected. "Do you not like that? How about 'Xiao Shi'? In our country, people usually refer to close friends that way—those who are particularly close to me, for instance, always call me Xiao Feng." Yi Shi was thrilled. "I love it—whether you call me Xiao Yi or Xiao Shi, I truly love it!" "Phew... phew... phew..." A few bodyguards deliberately cleared their throats, signaling to the two of them to keep their interactions more restrained. Qin Feng glared at them, implying that since the lady had taken the initiative to come close, what could he do? He'd always remained composed. Yapo paid them no attention, and after eating a few bites of grilled meat, she found herself unable to continue. She began feeding the meat to Qin Feng one piece at a time, carefully wiping away the oil stains from his lips. He finished off all three plates of grilled meat and then enjoyed several pieces of fruit as well. Having expended so much energy in the afternoon, he now needed a substantial amount of protein to replenish his strength. "Well fed and refreshed, let's go," he suggested. "Right now?" Yapo pouted slightly, speaking softly, "I'd still like to stay a little longer!" "Ah, I mean, we're leaving here," he smiled, "we can take a walk through the garden." "He smiled and said, 'The outside environment is quite nice—better than just sitting here, surrounded all the time by the smell of roasted meat!' 'Great!' The beautiful young woman jumped straight off her chair and eagerly took his hand, eager to head out. As they passed by the door, she added, 'You guys—don't follow me, or I'll never forgive you!' The bodyguards exchanged glances. The lady's orders were quite different from the boss's instructions. Which one should they follow—either the boss or the lady? They split into two groups: one group followed the couple at a distance, while the other went to report to the boss. After listening carefully, Gersen said immediately, 'Have everyone go to the garden—make sure there are posts every three steps and sentries every five steps!' One of the bodyguards asked, 'It's quite safe here, isn't it? Besides us, there are the chief's and the prince's guards. Doesn't this seem a bit excessive?' "Gesens' face darkened: 'It's not the safety of the garden I'm worried about—it's the pressure I'm putting on Qin, to keep him from being too forward with the lady!' The bodyguard suddenly understood: 'I see. I'll have someone go down there to keep a close eye on them. You can rest assured—should he dare to make any move on Miss Yapo, we'll not let him off easy.'"