Ning Chen turned to Feng Qizheng. "Is what General Yue says true?"

Feng Qizheng scratched his head, looking a little aggrieved. "It happened, but I didn't do it on purpose.

We got drunk last night, and when we woke up this morning, we were in the same bed without a stitch on... I don't understand how she ended up in my bed either."

Yue Congyun nearly went berserk. "Your bed? That was my bed!"

Something seemed to click for Ning Chen.

He turned to Xiao Yanxi. "How did Old Feng get back last night?"

Xiao Yanxi said, "Two Ning'an Army soldiers took him."

"And how did General Yue get back?"

Xiao Yanxi thought about it. "I was going to have someone take her, but General Yue said she wasn't drunk. In the end she walked back by herself."

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth twitched. "Miss Yue, Old Feng, let me lay it out for you. Tell me if this isn't how it happened.

First, the room Miss Yue's staying in used to be Old Feng's. The soldiers didn't know, so they took him back to his old room—which is Miss Yue's now.

Then Miss Yue got back to the room, and because she was drunk, she didn't notice there was somebody in the bed. So she climbed in and passed out.

Then, sometime after midnight, the brazier went out. You were cold, so you kept edging closer to each other, and in the end, with the liquor egging you on, you slept together.

So the whole thing is a beautiful misunderstanding."

Feng Qizheng nodded over and over. He thought Ning Chen's analysis was brilliant... The whole thing was a beautiful misunderstanding.

Yue Congyun tried hard to remember last night.

She remembered going back to her room and collapsing into bed. She didn't remember anything else... Her next memory was waking up.

When she woke, she'd found herself naked, curled up in Feng Qizheng's arms, with a burning pain between her legs.

She regretted it with every fiber of her being. She'd gone and drunk her virginity away.

She turned…