The next day, Yan Qing woke up when it was already three poles in the sun.
He opened his eyes to the pervasive smell of alcohol in the room. Lying on the bed, he recalled what had happened the day before. Sitting up, he sniffed his sleeve in disgust and called out, "Yun Luo."
Yun Luo immediately pushed the door open and entered, "Young Marquis!"
Yan Qing looked at him, his gaze falling on his stiff left arm. Although he couldn't see the bandages, his sharp eyes picked up on the injury, "Is your arm hurt?"
Yun Luo nodded, "Sustained some minor injuries."
Yan Qing sat up on the bed, "Last night, after I got drunk, I fell asleep on the horse. I vaguely heard the sounds of swords clashing and smelled blood..."
Yun Luo nodded in agreement, "On the way back from West River Wharf, we encountered a large group of assassins. You were drunk at the time."
So drunk that you couldn't be woken up.
