Zhao Qing held the wine cup with a smile and said, "Is this wine from the imperial palace? No wonder it smells so fragrant."
Having grown up in Liangzhou City, she had only ever tasted the coarsest grain liquor. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she carefully sipped the exquisite wine from the white jade cup.
Sweet, rich, and bursting with fruity aromas!
It was delicious!
No wonder this was the grand capital of Daqing—remote Liangzhou City couldn't compare to even a fraction of its splendor.
Shen Wei remained silent, discreetly observing Zhao Qing's every move. Just moments ago, when Shen Wei mentioned "imperial jade wine," Zhao Qing hadn't shown the slightest hint of surprise.
