Crossing the great hall.
The King didn't stop for a moment, nor did he look at the spirit platform in the center, or the row of glaring jade inscriptions, but went directly to the master bedroom, Henry Cooper's room.
"Henry."
Vermes Marley grabbed the bottle from Henry Cooper's hand, recoiling from the overwhelming smell of alcohol coming off him, shaking his head repeatedly, "Stop drinking."
But Henry Cooper didn't listen to him, instinctively reaching for more bottles in the crate, Vermes Marley was furious, commanding his attendants, "Quickly move the crates out, and all those empty bottles, empty crates, take them away!"
"No! That's my wine…" Unexpectedly, Henry Cooper burst into tears, like a child deprived of a beloved toy, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Henry… Why do you do this…"
Vermes Marley waved his hand, the others could only take away all the wine regardless of whether Henry Cooper cried or laughed.
