In the study, the spacious drawing hall was already filled with dishes and wine. As soon as one entered the room, they were greeted by the fragrant aroma of food and alcohol.
Ling Hua pushed open the door and walked into the drawing hall, immediately noticing her treasured collection of fine, aged wines. She laughed and said to Yan Qing, "Brother, you certainly know how to pick wine. Of all my hoarded jars of aged wine, you've taken out three."
Yan Qing was sitting lazily; hearing this, he curved his lips into a smile, unabashedly passing the blame, "I wasn't the one who chose them; it was Yun Luo who went to your private wine cellar to pick them out."
Yun Luo: "..."
If it weren't for the little Marquis ordering him to fetch the best wine, would he dare to sneak into his master's private cellar and take them?
Although Ling Hua knew Yan Qing was doing this on purpose, she still turned her head and glared at Yun Luo, "Why are you so thoughtless?"
Yun Luo: "..."
