The candlelight in the Medicine Room flickered with the autumn wind from outside.
Wanyun, smelling the alcohol on Lu Jingxing, said anxiously, "You're drunk. Stop this foolishness and spit it out."
Lu Jingxing shook his head. "I am not drunk. I know exactly what I am doing."
Wanyun had no desire to argue with him, as he was clearly drunk and beyond reason.
She turned to Ye Yu. "Quickly, go to the Qin Mansion and ask Zhao Yang to come to the palace at once."
After Ye Yu left, Wanyun stuck her fingers into Lu Jingxing's mouth, bending them to press her knuckles against the roof of his mouth.
When she was a child, she had seen village elders use this method to induce vomiting in children who had accidentally eaten poisonous fruit.
"Husband, please, spit it out."
But Lu Jingxing pushed her away. "I am truly not drunk, and I will not spit it out."
Wanyun refused to believe him. He reeked of alcohol; how could he not be drunk?
