After considering all the possibilities, a glimmer of hope couldn't help but ignite in Xuan Feng's heart—she might very well be able to drink this wine.
If Her Highness simply couldn't be bothered to care, maybe when she goes in later, the wine will just be sitting there!
After all, Her Highness had already said she didn't want it earlier and let her eat and drink to her satisfaction. A Saint's word carries more weight than nine cauldrons and is absolutely not changed lightly!
Moreover, she had hardly ever seen Her Highness drink, it seemed she only drank when the great god Fuxi fell, indicating she doesn't fancy alcohol.
The more Xuan Feng thought about it, the more credible it seemed, and her heart wasn't as heavy as before.
If it weren't for knowing that the timing wasn't right, she would have already rushed in to check if her treasured Peach Blossom Brew was still there!
