Lu Liangwei, "..."
The Dowager Duchess's excitement froze on her face, and she looked at Weiwei pitifully. "I'll just have two cups."
The corners of Lu Liangwei's mouth twitched. "Grandmother, you really shouldn't have wine."
The Dowager Duchess raised the cup in her hand, her gaze pleading. "Just a small cup, please?"
Unable to resist her, Lu Liangwei eventually relented. "All right, all right. Just one small cup."
"Of course," the Dowager Duchess replied with a grin, and instead of turning to Long Yang, she downed all the wine in her cup.
After that, she smacked her lips, still somewhat unsatisfied, and stared at the wine pot beside her.
A frown creased Lu Liangwei's forehead, and she quickly moved the wine pot away.
The Dowager Duchess sighed and put down her cup. "I haven't had wine for so many years that I've almost forgotten how it tastes like."
