Once everyone had arrived, the evening's banquet began.
Palace maids filed in, carrying wine ewers, and filled the cups of the guests.
The Emperor was the first to raise his cup.
He took a sip and praised it with a smile.
"It's mellow and fragrant, with a lingering aftertaste. Truly a fine wine!"
Seeing this, the others followed suit and raised their cups.
Yichongyuan stared at the cup before her, feeling quite uneasy.
Her tolerance for alcohol wasn't particularly high, but it wasn't especially low either.
A single cup like this shouldn't be enough to get her drunk.
But she still hesitated.
All the wine tonight had been presented by Prince Zhao.
She was afraid Prince Zhao might have tampered with the wine—for instance, by adding something unsavory to her cup.
Wen Zhaorong, seated beside her, turned and said with a smile.
