Not just that.
Xie Jiuniang took out another large jar.
Then it was divided into three smaller jars, even smaller than the four given out earlier.
"Who are these for?" Jian Lingyan asked.
Xie Jiuniang said, "These are for Lords Ziyang, Guangcheng, and Xiaoyuan. I originally didn't want to give one to Lord Guangcheng, after all, I've repaid his favor. But if only Lord Ziyang receives it, Lord Guangcheng would lose face. So I might as well give him a bit of a treat."
With this in mind, the wine given to the four Great Demon Guards seemed less humble by comparison.
Even Jian Lingyan felt too embarrassed to make any more sarcastic remarks.
What about the remaining three jars?
Xie Jiuniang had a clear plan: "One jar for my Grandmaster, one for my Master. The last jar is for me to drink myself, at most I'll share a little with my Uncle Master."
"You've divided them up quite clearly."
"Of course, the closeness of our relationships must be distinguished."
