Climbing Over the Wall and Drunken Desire

Ahem, it's best not to keep watching Ninth Royal Uncle's little mishaps—if you push him too far, who knows, you might end up like Dominic Zhai.

"Ahem, Ninth Royal Uncle, would you like me to feed you?" Serena Feng offered kindly.

"Alright." Ninth Royal Uncle instantly tossed aside his chopsticks and sat up straight. He'd been waiting for Serena to say that for ages—he'd ruined a bowl of rice and his clothes just for this moment, but it was worth it!

Ahem... Someone who thought they were clever pretended to be nice and turned away to stifle a laugh, missing the fact that Ninth Royal Uncle was also smiling at her back.

He was just as skilled with both hands—even if his left wasn't quite as dexterous, it would never make him look so pathetic. How much did Serena Feng want to watch him make a fool of himself?

Does Serena Feng not realize that watching his mishaps comes with a price?

With a beauty feeding him, Ninth Royal Uncle shamelessly ate three big bowls, nearly stuffing himself.

After dinner, Ninth Royal Uncle asked Serena Feng to walk with him to digest. Because his clothes were stained with oil, they walked back and forth only in the courtyard. Though they didn't speak, the atmosphere between them was especially warm. If Serena hadn't said that a hundred steps after a meal was enough, he honestly would have kept walking with her until nightfall...

Ahem, after dark, there are more important and intimate things to do—no need to waste time and energy on walking.

Once the walk was over, Ninth Royal Uncle went to bathe and change, while also arranging matters for the Ninth Prince Manor the next day. Whether he liked it or not, he had to return to Ninth Prince Manor.