Exhaling lightly, Xia Yinian went to tidy up her clothes, preparing herself for a good wash before bed.
Some injuries on her body couldn't come into contact with water, so taking a bath now would simply waste half the time for no reason.
Half an hour later, when she came out of the bathroom, Xia Yinian could distinctly detect a strong scent of alcohol in the room.
Who? She frowned and looked around.
She had seen plenty of assassins lately, but an assassin who got drunk before coming out to commit their crime was probably rare.
Finally, Xia Yinian's gaze locked onto her bed.
So tall, it was either Uncle or the Third Young Master.
The Third Young Master would not drunkenly wander into the wrong room, so, was it Uncle on the bed?
The smell of alcohol was so strong; could it be that Uncle really was drunk?
But if he was drunk, why come to her room? And besides, she had never seen Uncle truly drunk before—was this for real, or just an act?
