With that said, he drained the cup in one go.
Sang Yan lifted the wine pot and refilled the cup.
The envoys from the three kingdoms watched Sang Yan tilt his head back and drink, each lost in their own thoughts.
Chu Yue had already considered many countermeasures, but she never expected Sang Yan to start with such a speech. It was a blatant slap in the face to East Shu.
Prince Yu idly spun the jade thumb ring on his finger. 'This Third Prince of Beili is truly something else,' he thought.
Ye Qianning remained silent, quietly watching Sang Yan's performance.
The Third Prince Mansion was just a few streets away from Immortal's Drunkenness, a journey that took only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The reason for this became clear with a little thought—she had set the stage perfectly for him.
'Truly perfect!'
She couldn't help but praise herself.
After downing three cups, Sang Yan's throat burned. He set the cup down. "Consider me the host today."
