He rarely disliked any girl, but the princess was the first.
Chu Qingzhi didn't pursue how Tang Jinghong planned to handle it. She uncorked the peach blossom wine and, using her spiritual power, formed two cups to pour the wine. Handing one to Tang Jinghong, she said, "To keep it simple, we'll use these."
The cups formed from spiritual power were crystal clear, resembling colorless glass. Tang Jinghong held the cup, fascinated for a moment, before downing it in one gulp.
The liquor was spicy with a faint peach blossom fragrance, appearing to be a light peach red, very pleasing to the eye.
"Delicious," Chu Qingzhi commented after sipping the wine.
Tang Jinghong held out his cup for a refill, "His family has been brewing wine for a hundred years, and their techniques are mature. Every type of wine is delicious."
Chu Qingzhi joked, "If only I could poach their master brewer to make wine for me."
