Wiping off the sweat from Chan Zian's back, the crown prince noticed some bruises which he was certain he hadn't inflicted. He hesitated to wipe the sweat off of his back, afraid he might hurt him.
It seemed as though Chan Zian noticed, because almost immediately he looked over his shoulder at the prince, taking him by surprise.
"Is his highness surprised?"
Prince Caishen averted his curious eyes towards the jar of liquor next to him, and in one swift motion he pushed it to his lips, emptying it in a single gulp.
Chan Zian stared blankly at him, 'Who knew his Majesty loved his liquor so much?' he wondered, standing up from the bed. Despite the red marks on his ankles and wrists, Chan Zian was still able to walk freely.
Or, he appeared to.
