The General gazed softly at Yin Meng, waiting to clink glasses with her.
With great difficulty, in a stance even more strenuous than the General's, Yin Meng painfully lifted the cup in front of her, completing a ceremonial clink.
The General was satisfied and drank a cup of wine.
From the audience below came a unified shout:
"To Emperor Fengdu!"
The wine glass in Yin Meng's hand vanished before it could reach her lips, unable to be maintained for a moment longer.
Li Zhiyuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that if it weren't for Aunt Liu's legacy of poison techniques, the Yin family had indeed fallen to an unbecoming state.
In the past, no matter what, Yin family's ancestors could at least join a table for a meal, but now even getting a seat was so precarious.
The General was not angered; instead, he seemed to smile, his eyes showing a hint of reminiscence.
