Master Nalan sighed and cursed Nalan Zhangqian in his heart a hundred times. All of the old men were seated, and they were waiting for his good wine.
"Come! Go and bring my precious wine," Master Nalan sneered and ordered. "Remember, you can only pour a small bowl of the wine and bring a few empty bowls. Do you understand? I'll definitely kill anybody who dares to pour more of the wine than what I've ordered!"
The imperial guard who was ready to go and bring the wine was terrified. He felt that Master Nalan would really kill him if he brought even an extra drop of the wine.
"Master Nalan, when did you become so stingy?" Qin Feiyang snorted, his voice was filled with discontent. "There are so many of us. How come you are only serving us a bowl of your good wine? Are you underestimating us?"
Master Nalan was so furious that he did could not be bothered with these old men.
"You can scram now if you don't want that small bowl of wine! I'll keep it."
