It’s a victory banquet, so why is it so dull? I was the one who took down those assassins with eight bunches of bananas, not Shang! Just when I was feeling bored, the old general walked up to me with a cup of wine.
I glanced at him disdainfully and said, “Old man, you’re toasting the wrong person. Go toast the emperor!”
The old general replied, “I’m here to toast Ling Attendant. If Ling Attendant doesn’t mind, would you care to have a drink with me?” I was stunned. A toast for me? The feeling of being toasted is quite nice! “Alright! Ling will have this drink!”
I didn’t care what was in my cup and gulped it down in one go. Ah, is this the legendary top-grade Daughter’s Red wine? Delicious! The scenery before my eyes began to blur, and the old general appeared doubled.
“Ling Attendant truly has a great capacity for alcohol! This old man admires you!” he said, a mix of pride and guilt evident in his voice. I burped, “Uh! Actually, old man, you’re not bad either! Your shadow clone technique is… truly divine!”
I stood up and snatched a wine pot from a palace maid, gulping it down again. As expected, it was Daughter’s Red! I love this wine! I became addicted to drinking and almost finished all the wine at the banquet…
After the banquet, I alternated between drunken rambling and vomiting.
Shang, who had finally escaped, supported me back to his chambers. “Urgh…” I vomited on him again. “I… I want to drink more… urgh…” Shang, at a loss, carried me and said, “Han, pull yourself together. Why drink when you know you can’t handle alcohol?”
He carefully laid me on the bed, gently wiping the vomit from my mouth and cleaning my flushed cheeks with a damp cloth. I turned over, and my hat fell off, letting my black hair cascade down. I felt very hot, as if my body was on fire, and began removing my clothes.
