Chapter 1446: You Don’t Have Confidence in Me?

As the two of them boarded the small boat.

Zhi’er took the initiative to sit at the bow.

The boatman was about to set off, but Feng Fuce said, "No need to trouble you, I’ll row this journey."

"Ah?" The boatman was taken aback, it was the first time he heard a guest request to row the boat themselves.

Lei Hu understood the Marquis’s intentions.

He stepped forward and handed the boatman five taels of silver.

"Our master doesn’t need your service here, take the silver, go ashore for a cup of tea, and rest a bit. Once we’re done with the boat, we’ll return it to the shore ourselves."

The boatman saw the silver and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, sir!"

It’s rare to encounter such generous guests!

Overjoyed, the boatman left.

Feng Fuce rowed the boat, and the small vessel gradually headed toward the center of the lake.

Zhi’er felt the gentle breeze coming her way.

The flickering red candlelight, raindrops creating ripples on the lake surface, and the fragrance of wine wafting through the air.

All of this made her feel carefree and delighted.

Zhi’er glanced back and couldn’t help but chuckle as she saw Feng Fuce skillfully rowing.

"Brother Fuce, you really can do anything."

With a calm tone, Feng Fuce said, "Only by doing so, I can always be with you."

Zhi’er’s eyes paused slightly, and she turned her slightly flushed face away.

The small boat had already reached the center of the lake, moving closer to the distant mountains.

It distanced itself from other small boats.

Zhi’er gently patted the seat beside her.

"Brother Fuce, come sit over here, let the boat drift with the water."

Feng Fuce placed the oar down, sat beside her, and smiled lightly, "If we don’t guide it, following the current, we’d end up in Taizhou."

Zhi’er relaxed and leaned against the soft cushion beside her.

"Then let’s go, as long as you’re here, I’m not afraid of anything."

Feng Fuce was momentarily startled.

He watched Zhi’er quietly for a moment, then turned to pick up the wine pot on the table.

Zhi’er immediately became interested.

"Pour me a glass too!"

"You? If you get drunk, don’t blame me for laughing at you."

Zhi’er pouted, "I won’t get drunk, I just smelled it, it’s osmanthus wine, it doesn’t make you drunk!"

Feng Fuce did not stop her, pouring two glasses.

The two lightly clinked their glasses, gazing at the flowing water ahead, where the night and rain mingled.

The lantern on their small boat swayed gently, casting circles of warm light.

"Ha~" Zhi’er downed a glass in one go.

The sweet wine entered her stomach, carrying its unique osmanthus fragrance.

Seeing this, Feng Fuce also drank his glass in one gulp.

Zhi’er took the initiative to refill the wine for both of them.

Feng Fuce held down her hand, "One glass is enough for you to sip, don’t drink too much. This osmanthus wine has been brewing since last autumn, I’m afraid with your tolerance, it’s hard to handle."

Zhi’er brushed his hand aside.

"Of course not, I’ve had sweet wine in the palace and never got drunk, this wine is made by the boatman, sweet and pleasant, I want more!"

She poured it full again.

Zhi’er drank while looking ahead.

"Brother Fuce, look, this river, doesn’t it resemble the flow of time? Time rushes forward relentlessly, impossible to turn back."

Feng Fuce glanced, "A small boat can turn around, but time cannot."

Zhi’er finished another glass, her tone carrying a mysterious hint.

"I often think, knowing you is a good thing, but if we can be close friends for a hundred years, what about a thousand years later?"

"Time will change many things, I have no confidence."

Feng Fuce put down his glass and asked lightly, "You don’t have confidence in me?"

Zhi’er shook her head, "I don’t have confidence in myself..."