LOT – Chapter 58 Lin Mo Got Drunk, Mistook People for Pigs and Pigs for People, and Even Stole Prince Xin’s Wheelchair!

The competition had barely begun when everyone started pretending to be dizzy or drunk and quickly retreated from the scene.

Lin Mo looked proudly at the swaying crowd and smugly told the system: [See? I told you my alcohol tolerance isn’t the worst! Compared to them, mine is actually great!]

System: [That’s true… but the ones who can actually hold their liquor didn’t even bother showing up. They probably don’t care about winning your wheelchair.]

The system hit the nail on the head. Those people genuinely had no interest in the wheelchair. Who in their right mind would want to sit in a wheelchair every day? How unlucky.

“Second Prince, come on! Let’s go head-to-head!”

Lin Mo filled her cup to the brim and declared with heroic flair, “Bottoms up!”

The Second Prince’s competitive spirit flared. No way was he going to lose to Lin Mo in drinking!

“Let’s do it! Drink it is—who’s afraid of who?!”

The others looked on, eyes gleaming with excitement, their expressions more thrilled than the drinkers themselves.

The system kept cheering its host on nonstop.

After a big cup each, both of their faces turned noticeably red—though the Second Prince was handling it slightly better.

Seeing the two go cup after cup, eventually switching to full wine jars, Emperor Xuande was thoroughly enjoying the show.

“Who do you think has the better tolerance? I’d say Old Second probably beats Lin Mo.”

Minister Lin gave his spirited daughter a quick glance and replied calmly, “Mo’er holds her liquor well too. When she gets drunk, her actions are just a bit… odd. But she never passes out.”

Everyone: ??? Odd actions? What’s that supposed to mean?

Something about that phrasing felt very off.

They soon found out exactly what Minister Lin meant by “odd.”

Watching Lin Mo walk in an exaggerated S-shaped path with supreme confidence, all doubts were put to rest.

Was she the reincarnation of a snake demon or what?! Her steps were all over the place, yet she didn’t fall. Clearly, she had some skills!

“Hahaha! You’re done for, huh? Let me tell you, Lord Lin’s alcohol tolerance is no joke!”

Anyone watching might’ve thought she was talking big to the Second Prince.

In reality, she was proudly bragging to a pig. Yes, she had clearly mistaken the pig for the Second Prince.

The system couldn’t hold back:
[Host, turn around for a second—you’re not facing the Second Prince. That’s a pitchfork.]

Minister Lin sighed. He was emotionally numb at this point. Maybe it was just experience.

Everyone else was laughing wide-mouthed and gleeful. They’d discovered a new trait of Lord Lin: once drunk, she literally couldn’t tell people from animals.

Yes, literally.

Lin Mo refused to believe she was mistaken. She insisted the Second Prince was right in front of her.

“Second Prince, why did you suddenly shrink? Can you actually shrink from drinking?”

From behind her, the real Second Prince replied, “You’re the one who shrinks from drinking! I’m tall, strong, and awesome! I’m the best!”

The Crown Prince watched his goofy little brother and nearly couldn’t bear to look. Why was he so desperate to win? Was this worth embarrassing himself in front of everyone?

Upon hearing a voice behind her, Lin Mo suddenly executed a dramatic spinning kick—Dragon Tail Whip style—right into the Second Prince, knocking him to the ground, stunned.

Everyone else was dumbfounded. What the heck just happened? Why did she suddenly lash out?

The system asked cautiously, [What’s going on? Why did you hit someone?]

Lin Mo coolly brushed off some imaginary dust from her shoulder and declared confidently: “In the deep, wild forests, if someone speaks behind you, never look back. Remember that, all of you!”

Everyone: … Where the heck do you think you are now?

System: …

Even in her drunken stupor, Lin Mo hadn’t forgotten about her wheelchair.

She staggered up onto the stage—but not the prize stage. No, she climbed onto the audience seating area.

Everyone watched her wobble over to Prince Xin and politely say, “Excuse me, could you please stand up for a moment?”

Prince Xin, utterly confused, nodded. Princess Xin quickly helped him up. Though she didn’t understand why Lin Mo made such a request, she assumed there must be a reason behind it.

Then, in the very next second—just as Prince Xin stood up—Lin Mo snatched his wheelchair and ran off, cackling madly.

“Hahahahaha! Starting today, I have a wheelchair too!”

Everyone was stunned speechless. Their jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

The system was also shell-shocked. [Ancestor! You grabbed the wrong wheelchair! That’s not yours! You just stole someone else’s wheelchair!]

No wonder she had been so uncharacteristically polite—when drunk, Lin Mo usually had no concept of manners. Turns out, her politeness had a mission: to steal someone else’s ride.

Unbelievable!

Minister Lin raised his sleeve to cover his face, leaving only the “Heavenly Eye” on his forehead exposed: This is humiliating! Absolutely humiliating!

At that moment, Prince Xin and his wife were frozen in place, their expressions identical—utterly blank.

What on earth had just happened? How did their wheelchair get stolen?!

Fortunately, Prince Xin’s legs had recovered enough that he could stand and even walk a few steps with support, so standing for a while wasn’t a problem.

Emperor Xuande had seen a lot in his lifetime. He’d witnessed his fair share of drunken antics—but nothing this outrageous.

And yet, he was about to witness something even more insane.

Out of nowhere, Lin Mo produced a rope. She tied a loop, made a lasso, and with a casual flick, threw it over the Second Prince’s head. The other end of the rope was fastened to the wheelchair—and she herself was already sitting on it.

“Dingpa! Run! Let me experience the thrill of the ride!”

The pig, Dingpa, lying nearby: “Oink oink???”

The Second Prince, caught in the loop: ……

“PuhahahaHAHAHAHA!!”

A huge wave of laughter exploded from the crowd.

If anyone else had done this, it would’ve been seen as an insult to the royal family. But when it came to Lin Mo—well, it was just typical of Lord Lin. There was nothing she wouldn’t do.

Emperor Xuande’s mouth kept twitching uncontrollably. He wanted to laugh—but then remembered the “pig” in question was his own son, and suddenly the laughter died in his throat.

If his son was a pig… then what did that make him?

The system was beyond speechless. It hadn’t expected that this time, her drunken state would be even more terrifying.

[Oh my god! You seriously need to stop drinking! You’re mistaking people for pigs and pigs for people—did your eyes get drunk too?!]

Lin Mo: “I’m not drunk! Dingpa, what are you still lying there for? Get up and RUN for me!”

The Second Prince, who’d already been kicked to the ground and now had a rope around his neck: ……