"It is of no concern." Xiliu Yuan looked calmly at Sang Zhi. "I wonder how well the Eighth Prince of Beili can hold his liquor?"
Sang Zhi replied languidly, "Try me."
"Please." Xiliu Yuan raised his cup.
Sang Zhi took the wine jug from Ye Qianning's hand. "Cups are boring."
"Someone, bring more wine," Xiliu Yuan said coolly.
Before long, attendants from the Immortal Sea Building came upstairs, carrying jug after jug of wine.
At the banquet, everyone saw Elder Chen's table starting a drinking competition. The other tables grew lively, and following the trend, they also began their own drinking contests.
Jug after jug of wine was delivered to the feast. At first, the guests were still rather reserved, but they soon let loose. The shouts from finger-guessing games grew louder and louder.
Though her father had forbidden her from drinking too much, Ye Qianning secretly had quite a few cups anyway.
