In the early morning.
Zheng Zhongshan opened his eyes, but he was still in a daze. Then, he sat up and leaned against the bedrest. He couldn't even remember what had happened last night.
It seemed like he had drunk a lot. However, his head didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Usually, when he drank too much, his head would feel muddled the next morning. But he didn't understand what was going on this time. Could it be that the wine was so good that it didn't have any negative effects on him?
"You're awake. Have some sweet soup." Lady Zheng carried some sweet soup over. Then, she said, "Really. You're already so old, but you still drank so much last night."
Zheng Zhongshan got off the bed. As he put on his clothes, he sighed.
