Nearby, Xiao Yu's handsome brows twitched slightly. He pricked up his ears. 'Surnamed Gu?'
'That's right, Old Ma said Su Chen came to Ping'an City with Gu Fei's family. Don't tell me this was a gift from Gu Fei's family.'
Xiao Yu stared at the bottle. It was a pink porcelain flask with a white plum blossom painted on it. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like the kind of wine made especially for women.
Xiao Yu suddenly snatched the bottle from his father's hands. "I'll have a taste."
Prince Qi, watching from the side, grew anxious. "You brat, you don't even like to drink! Hey, don't you go wasting my good wine."
Zhang Ze, standing nearby, felt his lips twitch. 'Since when did this wine become yours?'
Xiao Yu took a sip. The wine was indeed potent, not the kind meant for women.
But this bottle—
Xiao Yu handed the bottle back to his father, his pair of imposing phoenix eyes fixed on Zhang Ze. "Which Gu family is it?"
