As Yan Chen continued to observe the princess, Lan Waihu sat obediently by his side. It was indeed a rare sight for her to be so calm and quiet. She had focused her attention on the princess's guardian and watched his every move.
Meanwhile, the princess had not refused any of the toasts from the group. She gulped a mouthful of wine every time someone toasted with her, and in the blink of an eye, she had drunk around five or six glasses.
Although her wine glass was of an average size of about 50ml, a dozen glasses were enough to fill her belly; it was almost 700ml of liquor. Even an ordinary man would have been half-drunk by now!
The princess's cheeks were red as apples, but her lips were pale. The guardian finally grasped her hand that was holding the glass and stopped her from taking another sip. "You should stop now!"
The princess was already drunk by then. She squinted at him and asked, "Why should I listen to you?"
