Zhao Xifu glanced at him sideways as if he discerned what Zhao Rong was hinting at with his mention of "wine."
"No," he said expressionlessly.
Zhao Rong: "Why not?"
He paused again, "I know some of the rules of Summer Insect Pavilion... Isn't the answer to this question interesting enough?"
"The rules have changed."
Zhao Rong slightly furrowed his brows, "When did that happen?"
"Just now."
Zhao Rong: "....."
After a moment of silence, the young Confucian Scholar earnestly said:
"So what if the three drinks are fake, stating that the rules forbid it is truly dull. But as for doing business, using gimmicks to boost popularity and draw people in is not worth mentioning. Making money isn't disgraceful."
Zhao Xifu shifted to a comfortable position leaning against the door, and with a slight twitch of his mouth but expressionless face, he said, "No."
