In Yangxin Palace, Ren Baqian and the empress sat opposite each other. In between them, was a table that had a few plates of dishes on it.
"Drink with me! I can pour your wine for you!" After filling up Ren Baqian's cup with wine, the empress's eyes and lips curled into a smile.
Upon smelling the nose-assailing scent of alcohol, Ren Baqian immediately became nauseous.
This wasn't any ordinary alcohol, it was the sorghum wine that Ren Baqian brought here.
"Your Majesty! I'm innocent!" Ren Baqian cried. Since when did he want the empress to pour wine for him? Did he say such words? And how did the empress know of it?
"Is it that you're not willing to drink with me?" The empress's eyes sparkled, resembling the gleaming reflection of waves in sunlight. Her tone was gentle, and she even dragged the last word of her sentence.
If the empress behaved and talked like this any other time, Ren Baqian's heart would flutter.
