Zhi Wan was definitely feeling the alcohol.
At the dinner table, Lady Wei had noticed she could hold her liquor and had poured her several more cups.
She was now walking so unsteadily that she needed Shuang'er to support her.
But she still remembered that her cousin had just rushed back from Qingzhou and must be exhausted. So, upon leaving Lan Courtyard, she said considerately, "Cousin, please go back and rest. You don't need to wait for me."
Lu Zhan, who was walking ahead, stopped at her words and turned his head slightly to look at her.
Seeing her leaning on her maid, looking unsteady on her feet, his brow furrowed. "Don't drink so much next time."
"I know," Zhi Wan replied, nodding obediently. But whether she would actually follow that advice was another matter entirely.
She loved grape wine.
And with her aunt being so enthusiastic, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
Lu Zhan said no more. He took a lantern from a servant and walked ahead to light the path for them.
