Three days after the case was solved, the courtyard behind the yamen was brightly lit with lanterns and decorated with festive banners, and the celebration banquet was in full swing. I walked out carrying a jar of Daughter's Red wine, leaning lazily against a pillar, watching my colleagues staggering around the courtyard in various states of drunkenness.
"People in ancient times have such low alcohol tolerance," I muttered, shaking my head as I tipped my head back and took a large gulp. The wine was sweet with a hint of spice, far inferior to Moutai, but it had a good kick to it.
Yafeng sat on a stone stool not far away, taking small sips of clear tea. The moonlight spilled over her, outlining her silhouette in a silver edge. I wobbled over and plunked myself down right beside her.
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