FRGNM -Chapter 256 A Millennium of Drunkenness

“Um… you two really want the Millennium Drunk? But the price…” The waiter beside them hesitated. Although the two in front of him were clearly not ordinary, rich young masters were everywhere. Some would order the Millennium Drunk just for show and end up crying over the bill. The price was far beyond what most wealthy people could afford.

“The price is fine. Bring it here.” Luo Mingyu sipped his tea with a smile.

The waiter still stood there, gripping his handkerchief. “According to the rules of the Xueyue Restaurant, when ordering the Millennium Drunk, half the payment must be made upfront, to prevent—”

“Freeloading? Just tell me, how much is it?” Luo Mingyu said softly, smiling. He hadn’t expected the waiter to distrust them, but he didn’t mind—he had plenty of money.

“Well… the Millennium Drunk is made from premium herbs steeped in fine wine. Only one jar is produced each year. The drink is served by the jar, and right now, only one jar remains. If you want it, you’ll have to wait until next year for more. The price of this jar is… 500,000 taels of silver.”

“Here’s a one-million-tael silver note. You can give us change later,” Luo Mingyu said, knowing the usual tactics of these waiters. Their stock might have more wine hidden away, but they publicly claimed only one jar existed. He didn’t want to run out mid-drink.

This time, however, Luo Mingyu had actually hit a wall—there really was only one jar left.

“You’re rich, I didn’t expect that. Handing over a million taels just like that,” Ling Ruoxi muttered, astonished. Luo Mingyu had been covering all their expenses on this journey. She had no concept of money and had no idea how much he’d spent. Still, with so many treasures and rare herbs in his storage ring, he clearly wasn’t lacking funds.

Luo Mingyu sighed, poking her hand. “To be honest, I’m out of money now. What I just gave you was the dowry your mother gave you. This meal alone—one million taels—after this, you’ll belong to me.”

“That’s nonsense! It’s my mother’s dowry, and after this meal, you will be mine!” Ling Ruoxi shot back, her brows arched.

Those nearby shivered at the mention of a dowry. She had spent her own dowry just to eat?

In just the time it took to burn an incense stick, the meal was laid out in all its glory. Lavish dishes dazzled the eye, and the waiter’s hands trembled slightly as the rich aroma of the wine filled the room. He set down the jar and walked out.

“So fragrant! The Millennium Drunk after opening is truly amazing!”

“Wow… this is what the rich drink. I want to be drunk like this too!”

“Just smelling it makes me feel tipsy. I can’t imagine drinking it…”

Countless eyes turned toward Ling Ruoxi and Luo Mingyu, hungry and gleaming like wolves sizing up prey.

Now they understood why one must drink this in a private room. With such rare wine on the table, jealousy and trouble were inevitable.

Ling Ruoxi fidgeted at the scent in front of her. She reached for the cup, looking up at Luo Mingyu. Her pink tongue touched her lips; she was curious. “Um… can I have a little?”

“Of course. I’m here; you won’t get into trouble.” Luo Mingyu smiled, holding the cup and sipping lightly. The fragrance lingered in his mouth, pure and perfectly blended with the herbs. It made the body feel light and refreshed.

Ling Ruoxi hesitated, then touched the wine with her tongue, and shivered. Imitating Luo Mingyu, she drank a small sip of the Millennium Drunk, swallowing slowly.

Her black pupils suddenly dilated, and a surge of energy flashed in her eyes. Millennium Drunk—one sip, a thousand years!

Countless forgotten memories flooded back, like old friends appearing before her. Her black Xuan robe, her Barrett, her LAR rifle—all seemed within reach. Cold weapons, yet capable of igniting the blood within her.

It was as if she leapt from that high building again. The elite agent spun gracefully, every move a kill. With a sniper in hand, the headshot rate was ninety-nine percent. Even in a frontal clash, her LAR could blow an opponent’s head apart.

Clad in black beneath the eerie red moon, she looked otherworldly, her gaze haughty and unyielding.

Why… why was she thinking of all this now?

Startled, Ling Ruoxi realized she had finished the cup, yet she was not drunk. The herbs were of the finest quality, carefully selected to ensure excellence. Even the cost of the herbs alone must have been tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Sighing lightly, Ling Ruoxi refilled her cup from the jar. Beside her, Luo Mingyu raised his cup with a calm smile.

“What flavor… so tempting! Hey, you two sitting on the first floor, ordering so many dishes, can you eat it all? Looks like you’re rich enough to rent the second floor, but sitting here on the first… planning to dine and dash?”

Just as she was considering a second sip, a sharp voice rang from the doorway. A woman in pale yellow clothing entered.

She cast a disdainful glance at the two and said, “Not bad, this wine. Let me guess—it’s better than the first floor’s usual drink, Ten-Year Cold. But today it smells different… could it be the Hundred-Year Spring? That costs 100,000 taels. You two don’t seem like it. Let me try it!”

Everyone around groaned inwardly. Where did this girl come from? Just demanding wine like it was free?

Luo Mingyu swirled his cup, a smile playing on his lips. “You want some?”

“What? Can’t I drink? I’m the third daughter of the Danhuai City Lord. Whatever happens, my father will cover it. Give it here!” The girl scoffed, flaunting her status.

Others gasped, whispering:

“Could it be Miss Yue Ling, sent away before?”

“Heavens… it must be her. She used to claim everything belonged to her. Almost ruined an official’s son and was sent away. And now she’s back!”

“Ugh… just stop. My spine is freezing. I hope she doesn’t act recklessly.”

After all, anyone who could afford a million-tael meal wasn’t someone to mess with.

Yue Ling snorted, slamming her hand on the table. “Enough chatter! That kid—you! Don’t think I’ll be polite just because you’re good-looking. Hand me that Ten-Year Cold!”

“No, you can order your own.” Luo Mingyu blinked, sipping the wine, a smile of infinite amusement on his lips.

Yue Ling’s face darkened. “Waiter, bring me what they’re drinking!”

“But… Miss, there’s only the last jar left. No more stock.” The waiter shivered, swallowing hard.

“Gone? How can Ten-Year Cold be sold out? It’s always available!” Yue Ling shouted.

“It’s not Ten-Year Cold,” the waiter said awkwardly. Even as the City Lord’s daughter, her father wouldn’t let her spend 500,000 taels on Millennium Drunk.

Her brows arched. Yue Ling sneered, “So it is the Hundred-Year Spring! Hmph!”

“Hmph? You don’t know this is also a tasting house? Yelling won’t help. Your father didn’t teach you manners?” Ling Ruoxi muttered, irritated. Memories of her past life surged, and the cold killing aura beneath her control threatened to slip out.

Luo Mingyu, worried, held her hand gently. “It’s okay. If you can’t drink, don’t. You’ll hurt yourself…”

“What did you say, wretch?! Who do you think you are? I, Yue Ling, can have whatever I want!” She grabbed the nearby jar and gulped down a mouthful of Millennium Drunk, drinking so fast she almost spit it out, then slammed the jar to the floor.

Crash!

The sound shattered many hearts. That was Millennium Drunk—the second only to Ten-Li Fragrance in rarity—and it lay broken. Their hearts, too, were broken.

“This… how can this taste good? Bah! It’s not Ten-Year Cold! Are you tricking me, waiter? Why didn’t you give me this?” Yue Ling shouted, gulping it down without tasting its true flavor.

Ling Ruoxi had no appetite. She drank her cup of Millennium Drunk in one go, swallowing slowly. On the high balcony, a figure seemed to watch her, reaching out with a right hand, eyes glinting with unyielding resolve.

It was her former self. She remembered swearing to trample the world beneath her feet—cold, merciless. One side, an elite assassin; the other, a kindergarten teacher.

How ironic—to educate children with hands stained in blood.

Perhaps, the moment the door opened, she had already died.

A faint smile lifted Luo Mingyu’s lips as he slowly stood. A killing aura flared in his black eyes. He seized Yue Ling, the cold voice issuing from him, threatening to freeze her solid:

“Who gave you the audacity to smash our Millennium Drunk?!”