It was actually quite disheartening.
But as servants, we dared not interfere in the master's affairs.
There were no low-alcohol options in the wine cellar, so I had no choice but to take up five bottles first, planning to stand guard outside the eldest young master's room later that evening so I could be of help if anything happened.
But by late night, I couldn't hold up and leaned against the wall, falling asleep.
Mo Tingshen came out of his room, glanced indifferently without waking anyone, and went to the wine cellar himself to fetch more wine. When he came out, he summoned two servants to follow him upstairs and carry the one at the door of the room back to rest.
He drank heavily all night, and by morning, when a servant came to wake him, Mo Tingshen was found lying on the carpet with seven or eight empty bottles around him, his body frighteningly hot, scaring the servant who quickly carried him back to bed and hurried to call a doctor.
