Qian Meng's stomach clenched and she realized that she was famished. She hadn't had a morsel to eat since the morning and forgotten all about sustenance until he brought it up.
The food was placed in front of her. "Why would you want to ask me out for drinks?"
"We're mortal enemies. In modern times, if you don't drink with your enemy, it's not considered polite. Moreover, it's better to keep me close than to isolate yourself."
"Yes, I remember the story. Isolation causes great tragedy. The king built a palace and never lived in one place, executing those who knew of his whereabouts. In the end, he was out on an expedition and passed away. His subordinates had to bring his body back to the capital and surround him with fish so that the smell of the rotting corpse didn't indicate to people that the ruler was dead." She huffed. "Do you think I isolate myself?" she asked, baffled. He knew absolutely nothing about her.
