The night was deep, and the moonlight was hazy. The young man lay on the glazed tiles of the slope, one leg bent, holding a small black-glazed wine jar in his left hand, with his right arm across his brow, his eyes filled with the cold stars of the night sky.
After saying those words, he suddenly turned his head with a smile and handed the wine jar to Eunuch Sanbao, "Want some?"
Eunuch Sanbao sniffed and shook his head, "No, I can't drink."
Song Yuanbao raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Why can't you drink?"
Eunuch Sanbao said, "I mean, Young Master Song can't drink. His Highness has decreed that you must abstain from alcohol in the palace."
