Acting on her decision, Dugu Qianye arranged for everyone to gather at the plaza because it was a collective celebration. The execution pyre had been taken apart, and over a hundred tables were set up, laden with sumptuous food and drink by evening.
"Miss, on behalf of our tribe, I thank you! I toast you with this bowl," said Wuchangxin, approaching Dugu Qianye with a brimming bowl.
Everyone was brimming with joy, and Dugu Qianye was no exception, swept up in the cheerful atmosphere and laughed heartily, "Good, cheers!"
After Wuchangxin left, Wumeng, Wuyan's mother, came up to Dugu Qianye and said, "Thank you, miss, for saving Yan and everyone! This bowl is for you."
"Auntie, you're too kind. I'll drink first as a sign of respect!" Dugu Qianye finished speaking and downed the freshly filled wine in her bowl.
As soon as Dugu Qianye put down her bowl, someone filled it for her again. She reached for it, but Zi Xiao stopped her, saying, "Drink less."
