The palace banquet lasted until late, and when Zhao Xi returned, it was already past 7 p.m.
The clear glow of the cold moon drenched the Yutang Palace courtyard.
Song Yuanbao had retired early; no lights were lit in the side hall, and it was pitch black.
There was a small kitchen in Yutang Palace. Eunuch Sanbao had prepared a sobering soup and, hearing that the young master had returned, immediately sent it to the main hall.
Zhao Xi had to drink several cups too many tonight due to toasting, which made his stomach feel uncomfortable. He took the sobering soup handed over by Eunuch Sanbao and drank it in one gulp.
Once he felt a bit better, Eunuch Sanbao said, "It's late, Your Highness should rest."
Zhao Xi had slept for a full day and night, already catching up on the previous months' lack of sleep, so he didn't feel tired. He shook his head, "Bring me a book!"
"Your Highness," Eunuch Sanbao tried to dissuade him.
