An Jing picked up the tea her husband had poured for her and took a light sip. Only when it didn't taste like dishwater did she continue to drink. If it were as bad as dishwater, she'd rather have plain boiled water.
The tea wasn't anything special, but she found it drinkable, and that was all she asked for – she wasn't so demanding.
In the center of Qian Wei Tavern, a stage was set up where the Speaking Master was narrating a story, the life and achievements of General Meng Zhan. When he came to the part about General Meng Zhan's death in battle, the Speaking Master's eyes turned red, and he seemed utterly unable to bear the sight of General Meng Zhan's death, as though he was witnessing it firsthand.
The audience was deeply moved.
When An Jing heard about General Meng Zhan's death in battle, she was quite touched. She too had sacrificed for her country. She could empathize with what General Meng Zhan must have felt at the moment of his death.