Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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Chapter 130 - He wasn't crazy.

Author: 橙子澄澄

Source: Instadoses

"Third Imperial Brother, you're drunk," the young man responded softly.

"I'm not drunk! It's such a festive day, so even if you really get drunk, you should have fun on a good day! Here, drink!" The man forced the wine glass into the hands of the young man.

The pushing and shoving knocked over the wine jar on the banquet table, and spilling the liquor out. It splashed on the table and the floor, and also soaked the young man's clothes.

The man feigned chagrin. "Sorry Brother. Your imperial brother accidentally made you such a mess."

"No harm. It's just a dirty shirt; it's not worthy of Brother's apology." The young man remained indifferent, no annoyance on his face.

"Hahahaha, it's strange why father likes you the most. Okay, you're still young so I won't force you to have to drink." The man braced himself to walk back, but then he suddenly stumbled and bumped into the banquet table, knocking an oil lamp lit on the table as well.

Flames instantly leaped up.

Through the liquor on the ground, it exploded ablaze.

The young man who was half-propped up on the table looked blankly at this scene, his face ashen.

The rest of the people, after the initial shock, quickly scrambled towards the steps. "Hurry up and evacuate!"

"Someone put out the fire, put out the fire!"

On the platform, in order to make Their Majesties view comfortable, the ground was paved with blankets as well as cicada cotton curtains hanging around, all flammable things.

Everyone was busy escaping in the chaos and not one cared for the pale faced young man who collapsed to his knees at the table.

Even when he stood up and wanted to go outside, he was constantly knocked back again.

The carpet and the curtains were all in flames, and smoke billowed out of the elevated platform while others screamed in horror off the stage.

The young man clenched his hands into fists, cold sweat seeping out on his forehead. In his dark pupils reflected wild jumping tongues of fire in front of him shouting at him mockingly. This picture constantly overlapped with the scene buried deep in his mind that made him want to scream and go crazy.

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Those who had escaped from the elevated platform turned their heads and saw the thin young man standing motionless in the sea of fire, seemingly frightened out of his wits. His clothes were also starting to get swept away by the flames.

At the end of the night, the festivities ceased, leaving the people with only lingering fears.

The observation deck was burned down, and the people immersed in the festivities were frightened. Many people were injured when they fled.

When they thought back to the scene where people stepped on each other, their hearts still pounded rapidly.

In the Nanling Palace, the pale boy was lying on the bed asleep. His brows were tightly furrowed, and ravings would come out of his mouth from time to time. Even in his coma, he was restless.