The Third Concubine’s face was flushed a deep red. Dazed and struggling to keep her eyes open, she shook her head slightly, then raised her cup and stammered, "To hell with... what... 'soothing sorrows.' Only by drinking deeply... and eating..."
Before she could finish, she tilted her head back to drain the cup, and with a soft *thud*, her head slumped onto the table.
Ding Wei looked at the Second Imperial Concubine, whose face was as rosy as peach blossoms, and teased with a grin, "My lady, you’ve won."
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