"Peach blossom brew in a peach blossom cup!" Yuling gripped a translucent pink glass cup, its outer surface adorned with flower pistils carved in gold foil and petals in silver foil, all inlaid along black rattan vines winding around the vessel. Half a cup of peach blossom brew was poured into the pink glass. A single cup slid down her throat—not quite spicy enough. Another cup. Then cup after cup. Before she knew it, she had drunk too much, slipping into the hazy, intoxicated posture of a sleepy kitten.
Bai Molian, seated beside her, had noticed something amiss long ago. The Khitan envoys had all left the banquet to rest, leaving only three or four military officers still drinking heartily and chatting animatedly about military secrets.
"Go back and rest early, Yuling. You are drunk." Bai Molian’s gentle male voice sounded right above her head. He stood up, intending to pull her straight up from the banquet table, only to be met with resistance from the tipsy little kitten.
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