Right now, he felt secretly pleased. Could it be that this woman had been captivated by his heroic bearing the very moment she first laid eyes on him?
After finishing his cup, Chu Zhe's eyes already looked a little hazy.
It wasn't that his alcohol tolerance was poor; rather, he was simply used to drinking that turbid swill back in the capital. While the provisions prepared for them at the Shuncheng post station were of rather inferior quality, ever since the ordinary folks of Shuncheng had tasted Chu Ying's Maotai, not a single person in the entire city wanted to drink that muddy, foul-tasting swill ever again.
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