Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Xinjiang, Long Yang bestowed upon him the title of South Conquering General and his own residence.

He had moved out of the palace a little hastily that day, and the servants were still cleaning the place.

Chu Qi stood and stared vacantly at the large residence for a moment.
There was a feeling of emptiness in his heart—as if a part of it was missing—and he appeared somewhat dispirited.

Noticing a few servants clutching wine jars and heading to the wine cellar, he approached one of them and swiped the jar from their arms.

The servants watched him in surprise as he leaped onto the roof.

Chu Qi sat down on the roof facing the direction of the palace.

It was late autumn, and the night was cold and windy.
After sitting listlessly for a while, he suddenly reached out and removed the lid from the wine jar in front of him.

He needed something to fill the empty space in his heart.

For a lightweight, the feeling of liquor going down the throat was truly not a pleasant one.

He instantly narrowed his eyes and started coughing from the unbearable sensation.

“Cough cough cough…”

His coughing sounded a little more forlorn in the bleak night.

He set down the jar and ran his fair, slender fingers across the opening.

After hesitating briefly, he picked it up again and took another swig.

The crystal clear liquid slid down his chiseled jaw and disappeared beneath his collar.

The West Reigning General Mansion was just next to the South Conquering General Mansion, with only a wall standing between them.

Long Xuan knew that Chu Qi had just moved into his residence that day, so he decided to pay him a visit to see if he was done unpacking.

As their residences were only separated by a wall, he jumped over it directly.

To his surprise, he was greeted by the smell of alcohol in the air.

Lately, Lin Qingyuan had been dreadfully strict with him, and he had not drunk in a long time.
At this moment, the scent of wine immediately awakened the alcoholic in him.

Without bothering to ask the servants where Chu Qi was, he followed the direction of the scent and soon spotted Chu Qi drinking alone on the roof.

“You son of a gun—how could you not invite me for a drink?” Long Xuan leaped onto the roof.