Chapter 67: Drunk Little Princess (2)

“I’ll send you home,” offered Shen Shi Ye.

Everyone knew beforehand that Gong Yi Mo was staying at Shen Shi Ye’s residence. Although the prince wasn’t very polite, he was definitely a loyal person, so people were reassured that he would be the one sending her.

When they all shared a drink, they had unknowingly begun a wonderful friendship–not one between a man and a woman–but as comrades.

The city gates had already been locked, but who would be able to keep Shen Shi Ye from entering? He simply knocked open the gates and supported Gong Yi Mo as they entered.

Even the usually bustling Capital, which had no lack of entertainment, was still very quiet at night. Except for the Red Light District, all the other places in the city were serene. There were only red lanterns posted outside the house gates, bearing surnames like ‘Li’ or ‘Chen’ written on them.

It was solemn and deserted.

Gong Yi Mo leaned against Shen Shi Ye. Although her mind felt clear, her hands and feet refused to cooperate. This didn’t feel too good.

Shen Shi Ye didn’t understand what was wrong with himself. Why did he feel like protecting a girl that he only met recently? Today, he even pushed away Su Miaolan, who he had a good impression of. But when he smelled the distinct aroma of wine on Gong Yi Mo’s body, Shen Shi Ye suddenly thought that this feeling wasn’t so bad.

In the midst of her intoxication, Gong Yi Mo asked,

“Shen Shi Ye… what the h*ll? Why are you called that? Why is your name so strange?”

Her words made Shen Shi Ye recall some memories.

In such a deserted street, memories that he had already long forgotten resurfaced in his mind. He looked at this drunk girl with a faint smile.

“I’m asking you…” whispered Gong Yi Mo.

Seeing her like this, Shen Shi Ye couldn’t resist touching her head.

Maybe it was because he drank so much that he now felt like telling the little girl about something that had happened so long ago.

“This name… was given to me by my mother.”

“Is that so?”

Gong Yi Mo’s response was perfunctory, but Shen Shi Ye really wanted to tell her more.

“My mother… she was also an unusual woman!”

He didn’t know why he felt like using the word ‘also.’ When Shen Shi Ye said these things, his eyes blurred, as if to recall that long gone woman whose bearing was like a blazing flame.

“As a daughter of Zhen Guo Marquis, she should have been a model among women who abided by the kingdom’s morality. However, she saw the secular ethics and customs as irrelevant; she was open and unrestrained like fire, so she had many suitors.

“My father was among those suitors. He was quite lucky to obtain her favor and become her husband.”

As Gong Yi Mo listened, she imagined a fascinating woman in red wedding clothes, her every expression as enchanting as a flame pearl.

Shen Shi Ye’s face originally had a mournful look. Now that he spoke of these things, his sorrow deepened.

“And who would have known? If my father wasn’t drunk that day, we never would’ve discovered his true intentions. The reason why he sought my mother’s hand in marriage was unexpectedly for my mother’s widowed sister, that is, my aunt… Since my grandmother would rather die than allow him to marry my aunt, he could only come up with this method.”

Shen Shi Ye’s expression turned bitter with sarcasm. “But that’s alright since my grandmother said she will only recognize my mother’s child as the heir, so he half-heartedly performed his duties as husband. Later, when my mother became pregnant, he began to get unscrupulous.”