CHAPTER 1097: 1174: SHE WAS COMPLETELY BEWILDERED

The woman was already quite drunk, her eyes bleary, with a broken cup nearby and a table overturned on the ground. She was on all fours, kneeling with her hands supporting her on the ground, dry heaving as if she wanted to vomit; it was clear she was very drunk indeed.

Dong Huiying was stunned for a moment, then she exclaimed in full surprise, "Hong Fei!??"

The woman, hearing her name, raised her head in a daze.

Dong Huiying stood outside the room, just a threshold away, only a few meters separated them, but Hong Fei was too severely drunk from consuming too much alcohol.

She was dizzy to the point where the person in front of her turned into multiple blurry and indistinct shadows. The more she couldn’t see clearly, the more she tried to, squinting her eyes.

"Genera—" It seemed she had recognized Dong Huiying, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she let out another heave, vomiting a mass of liquor mixed with yellow bile.

Dong Huiying quickly approached, frowning, supporting Hong Fei’s arm, and dragged her off the ground.

Hong Fei staggered unsteadily, unable to stand straight, mumbling incoherently, "Your subordinate, your subordinate has seen... hic!"

She reeked of alcohol and was hiccuping, yet her hand reached toward the nearby table.

On that table were several wine jars, and she grabbed one, intending to continue drinking.

Dong Huiying knitted her brow, then struck Hong Fei on the neck with a hand chop, knocking her unconscious.

She hoisted Hong Fei up, threw her onto the bed, and then turned to face Shujun, who had entered with the Liang Mansion servants and was instructing them to clean the floor.

"What’s happened to her?" She was utterly baffled.

Hong Fei had not been like this before. At least, aside from some particularly special days, she had never seen Hong Fei drunk; and even if she drank, Hong Fei rarely allowed herself to get into such a state.

Perhaps it was her military background, influenced by the strict discipline of soldiers, that made her live so restrained?

Shu Yu gave a bitter smile, "Isn’t it just the chaos caused by the Gao and Luo families?"

"Gao and Luo?" Dong Huiying was bewildered, then suddenly recalled.

Earlier, when she met Young Master Li at the inn, he had told her that two families had suddenly appeared in Jun City—one surnamed Gao and the other Luo—and that Shujun was actually helping someone there...

In a flash, Dong Huiying looked at Hong Fei in utter disbelief. "She, she, she—! My heavens!?"

Perhaps she was too shocked; she couldn’t speak smoothly.

Shu Yu sighed helplessly, "It’s just a coincidence. This time, I came to Jun City to help propose marriage for Hong Fei."

"What!???

Having her suspicion confirmed, Dong Huiying only felt like the sky was collapsing.

Hong Fei, a person like Hong Fei...

No!

It’s not just about Hong Fei but about the whole eight thousand ’Ghost Warriors,’ a vast army almost entirely unattached, loveless, and devoid of personal ties. Their only emotion was worship for their legendary former Marshal.

They revered Dong Baowei, their former General, willing to risk life and limb for her, but beyond that, their lives were quite monotonous. It seemed that aside from training, it was nothing but training, always engaged in constant drills and exercises, perpetually in a state of readiness for war.

And Hong Fei, in her character, when on the battlefield, could be fierce, ruthless, and kill without blinking, long accustomed to a life of licking blood off the blade amid the rain of slaughter.