Li Sangruo swallowed the fishy taste at the back of her throat and sat down at the head of the table.
With a sweep of her robe, shadows grew dim beneath her eyes.
She said, "Madam, are you drunk?"
Feng Yun lifted her delicate and radiant face, smiling.
"The fame of Autumn Osmanthus Wine is well deserved, I've indulged in two extra cups, Your Highness, please forgive me..."
As she tipped her head back, the neckline of her dress loosened slightly, revealing a hidden red mark beneath the collar, a stark contrast against her soft skin, as if someone had gnawed on her, hinting at the wildness of a man's passion on her body...
Li Sangruo's gaze darkened with barely suppressed rage, her smile strained as she turned and reprimanded Fang Fucai.
"Madam has a taste for fine wine, why haven't you brought out my treasured selection to offer her? You cur, if the hospitality is lacking, I will hold you accountable."