TGAR Chapter 2

As soon as Ling Zhang passed through the corner door, he stopped smiling, the coldness in him disappeared, replaced by gentleness and clarity.

His indifferent expression gradually turned into a tired face after drinking heavily. And his footsteps moved or acted unsteadily.

He acted like a completely unguarded person.

“It’s him, Master Ling!” There was a shout from somewhere ahead.

This shout broke the silence in the corner and soon two men came to support Ling Zhang: ” Master Ling! Where did you go just now? Our young master is very worried about you.”

Ling Zhang leaned his heavy body up against the supporting body and raised one hand to gently rub his delicate face. His voice was full of fatigue: “I only went to rest at the pavilion over there, but I fell asleep by accident.”

“Damn it! We didn’t find Master Ling asleep over there. If you catch a cold, our young master will skin us. You should come with us to the house and warm up.” These two subordinates said in a worried tone.

Ling Zhang waved his hand and told them that it was fine. The next moment he hissed softly, his eyes half-closed: “I have a severe headache.”

While apologizing, the servants, in an unfriendly manner, dragged Ling Zhang to the main hall of the courtyard with strength and fast speed.

Along the way, Ling Zhang pretended to rub his forehead, but his eyes swept over at full speed. All the scenes here were too familiar.

Because he had taken the person who owned this place as a true friend and often visited this house and praised the inviting scenery as well.  But in the end, the beautiful scenery in his eyes became a nightmare that had the power of terror to wake him up in the middle of the night, bathed in cold sweat.

The two servants walked quickly, not caring whether Ling Zhang was comfortable or not.  They quickly rushed to the main hall and helped Ling Zhang in.

When Ling Zhang entered the main hall, there was a strong smell of alcohol mixed with different kinds of food and wine, which made Ling Zhang nauseous. In the center of the hall stood a large table, at which sat five people, one of the empty seats was where Ling Zhang had sat before.

A voice of concern came from someone: “Brother Zhang, you’ve returned. Where have you been?”  And then he also personally came to support Ling Zhang.  His appearance was handsome, and his behavior was appropriate and polite.

However, for a moment, Ling Zhang could hardly restrain himself from kicking the one supporting him.  His half-fallen eyelids hid his uncontrollably cold eyes and anger.

Since the man didn’t get an answer, he grabbed Ling Zhang’s hand and called out in a low voice: “Brother Zang?”

Ling Zhang shook his head and made an expression that expressed he was tired of answering.

“Why, Ling Zhang? You’re a bad drinker, aren’t you? You only drank a little and are already drunk?”

“Oh, you really need Yuanling to hold you right now. I don’t mean to look down on you. But you can’t hold your liquor.”

The people at the table burst out laughing. In the past, Ling Zhang would only feel that it was just a joke among friends, and would not believe that their sarcastic tone carried so much ill will.

“Stop it! Brother Zhang has just reached maturity and he can’t get enough alcohol. Getting drunk with a hangover is natural. Brother Zhang, come and sit here. I’ll let the servant prepare a bowl of hangover soup for you. Drink up and go to the wing room to sleep for a while and everything will be fine.”

When Ling Zhang was helped to sit on the empty seat and heard the words ” hangover soup” and “take a short nap”, he clenched his fists tightly under the table and tried desperately to suppress the raging anger and killing intent.

There was a light “knock” on the table, and a bowl of jet-black hangover soup was placed in front of him, which gave off an unpleasant aroma.

Ling Zhang gently raised his eyelids, looking at this bowl of hangover soup and then looked around at the people around him.

“What’s wrong, Brother Zhang? Drink up and go to sleep. It will make you feel better.” The man sitting opposite him showed a gentle and handsome smile and his tone was reassuring.

The other four stared coldly at Ling Zhang, their eyes carried something that the former Ling Zhang could not see, but now Ling Zhang could easily see the evil intent in their eyes.

Ling Zhang gently curled the corners of his mouth with a hint of sarcasm. Then he slowly raised the bowl of drunken soup, touched the edge of the bowl with his lips, and drank it.

Ling Zhang stared at the five people around the table without blinking.  Contrary to the confused state he had been in during the past lifetime, this time he clearly saw an overwhelming sigh of relief.

Their behavior was disgusting.

“Come and help Zhang to his room.”

On the way to the room, Ling Zhang quietly took out the dark green jade pendant hanging around his neck. As he put it into his mouth, its faint antidote fragrance spread in his mouth and dispelled his drowsiness.

The great show was about to begin, only this time he was no longer in the hands of these people.  He had control of the game.

Author’s Note:

Ling Zhang: Intense excitement is coming.

Yuwen Tong: When will I show up?

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