The wine had a distinct potency to it, and she could only hope that the Marquis of Jiangyin had a poor head for liquor and would pass out from drunkenness sooner rather than later.
Ruhuahua sat at the edge of the low table, repeating the task of pouring wine for the Marquis of Jiangyin with listless monotony, her eyes occasionally darting around to observe the guests.
There were over a dozen military officers in the hall, the oldest of whom appeared to be middle-aged. A few of the men had already begun to lose their composure, pawing at the dancing girls who were serving them drinks. Ruhuahua couldn’t help but bite her lip as she watched; she was grateful that the Marquis of Jiangyin beside her remained perfectly decorous, otherwise, she felt she would have struggled to cope.
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