Min Ning walked to the railing, took a deep breath, and seemed to disperse some of the knots in his chest, but his gaze remained sharp.
Qin Qingluo arrived shortly after and instructed the maid standing by, "Bring the Nanling Spring I have treasured, and brew it."
Soon, a small red clay stove, drinking utensils, and a sealed jar of wine were brought to them by the maid.
As the clay seal was opened, a rich and pure aroma of wine instantly spread, carrying the fragrance of mountain flowers and fruits, and eased the tension remaining in the pavilion.
The maid skillfully warmed the wine and distributed the cups.
Qin Qingluo picked up a cup of warm wine, the amber liquid gently swaying in the jade cup, she looked at Min Ning, the corner of her lips carrying a hint of a smile, "It's been many years, I wonder if Yue Chi's drinking capacity is still as it was back in the capital?"
Her words carried the casualness of a reunion with an old acquaintance.
