Lian Jiuhua grabbed Han Moze's shoulders and spoke in an angry voice. "Just how long are you going to let yourself go like this? You're the ruler of a nation! If anything happens to you, what will this nation do? What will you have us do? Don't tell me that you'll just stand by and watch as this nation falls by your hand? I beg you. Hurry up and keep it together!"
Two streams of tears ran from Han Moze's eyes. "Wine. I want to drink wine! Wuhen, the wine's out. Go fetch me a few more jugs!" He said in a slightly choked up voice.
Lian Jiuhua forcefully shook Han Moze. "Wake up, won't you? Don't act like a hopeless romantic, who doesn't care about anything but love! What if Her Majesty the Empress returns one day and sees you like this? Do you reckon she would look down on you? When the time comes, would she turn around and leave you? I beg you toughen up, won't you?"
