In the residence at Pingkang Square, Bai Jian looked at the darkening sky, anxious like an ant on a hot pan, but when he opened his mouth to speak, all his words turned into a deferential tone: "Your Majesty, we should return to the palace now."
Emperor Jing put down the wine jar, propping himself on the ground, and lay on his side, glancing at Bai Jian: "What, afraid Yuan Xiang and the others are getting impatient? When I want to allocate silver, they tell me to wait; when I want to reward the troops, they tell me to wait; even when I want to personally lead an expedition, they still tell me to wait. I've waited for them all these years, why can't they wait a bit for me... hic!"
Bai Jian said softly, "Your Majesty, you're drunk."
Emperor Jing sneered, "How much have I drunk—back in the day... hic. Don't rush me; otherwise, you can go to Ningguta too."
Bai Jian sighed inwardly and put on a smile: "Your Majesty can hold his liquor."
