The gilded wine cup tilted, and the amber liquid, carrying the Tiger Clan's characteristic spicy aroma, poured down her throat. Wen Qian was choked by it instantly, her eyelashes trembling.
The potent alcohol hit her like a wildfire, instantly searing two vivid blushes onto her pale cheeks. Her once-clear eyes clouded over with a hazy mist.
She staggered backward, and in her panic, she instinctively grabbed the fur collar of Yin Zhi's tunic. Her fingertips sank deep into the soft fluff, a clear sign she hadn't expected the alcohol to be so potent.
Meanwhile, the sound of hurried footsteps drew near. A guard stumbled into the room and whispered something in Ling Xuan's ear.
Ling Xuan's relaxed expression instantly froze over, like the surface of a lake struck by frost and beginning to crack.
He waved the guard away and strode over to Yin Zhi's side. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty as he forced out three words: "It's Chi Heng..."
