Shao Liulang was taken aback and infuriated by Zhang Wenshu, the Prefect of Hangzhou, making such a provocative remark at the reception banquet!
It was akin to insulting the Emperor directly.
"You show no respect for the ruler!" Shao Liulang erupted in anger.
Zhang Wenshu, however, remained unfazed and smiled. "Lord Imperial Envoy, please understand. This is simply a local custom. To avoid any misunderstandings, let's follow the local saying: when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Here, we focus on conviviality and leave politics aside. Since you're here, let's enjoy ourselves and have a few more toasts! We can discuss any serious matters later. Isn't this the best way to make the most of both our time?"
The guests quickly grasped Zhang Wenshu's intention and eagerly joined in.
"Exactly! Lord Zhang is right!"
"Yes, that's how it should be!"
"Come, let's drink!"
"Let me offer a toast to you, Lord Imperial Envoy!"
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