In the flower hall, Feng Jingteng was supported by two guards, a bit disoriented and incessantly babbling nonsense.
Guard Jiang Da's face was filled with tension and unease.
"General, the lady offered wine, and the master was too pleased, drinking a few cups too many," he said.
From the moment Pei Jue entered, he hadn't spoken a single word.
Jiang Da's back was drenched with sweat as he gently patted Feng Jingteng's back, wishing he could shake him awake.
"Master... General Pei has arrived."
Feng Jingteng's eyes were bleary with drunkenness, and he was visibly reluctant as he curled his lip. With a slight closing of his eyes, he assumed the posture of a dashing gentleman, pulling his robe open, stretching out his long legs languidly, and revealing a swath of bare chest.
"Who goes there? Announce yourself, come on, announce your name."
Pei Jue's voice was cold.
"Pei Jue."
"Pei Jue?"
"The 'Pei' of Pei Jue, the 'Jue' of rampant disorder."
