Although there was a lot of wine in that vat, the emperor drank it leisurely without spilling a single drop. He, on the other hand, drank too anxiously and spilled a lot in an attempt to win the race. His eagerness for instant success and benefits led to his defeat.
Wu Hongming was unhappy but had no choice but to accept his defeat.
He loved drinking and respected anyone who drank well.
He had disliked the Emperor at first, but he could not help changing his mind after this drinking session.
The Emperor was not that bad!
Thinking about this, he gave Lu Liangwei a thumbs up. "Weiwei has good taste and is very blessed."
Hearing this, Lu Liangwei glanced at Long Yang. Seeing him look over, she smiled faintly, withdrew her gaze, then picked up her teacup from the table and said to Wu Hongming, "I'm counting on that, Uncle Wu. Let me propose a toast to you with tea in place of wine."
