Shi Nian almost never saw Jiang Jinyan show any weakness before. He was just like a tight lipped bottle, his pride was sky high and he always wore that sardonic smile that made people unable to guess what he was thinking about.
Almost. It meant that she had.
It was one rare occasion when General Jiang became tipsy just after three cups of Pear Blossom Wine. He was such an enigmatic man. He commanded thousands of boorish men who gulped down booze before they picked up their swords and jumped to the battlefield, yet he himself was such that he could become drunk just after a little bit of mellow, gracious wine.
