Ancient Wen Heng followed the crowd, toasting his superior. He was careful, though. Each time, he used his robes as cover to pour the wine into a sponge he had prepared beforehand.
"Mr. Gu." Ning Yuchen came up to Ancient Wen Heng, dragging He Nan along and holding a wine cup. "We may have passed the exams in the same year, Mr. Gu, but you're soaring through the ranks. You'll have to look out for the rest of us in the future."
He Nan said, "Lord Ning is drunk. Why don't I take you aside to sober up?"
"I'm not drunk! Don't you think I'm right?" Ning Yuchen retorted. "In less than a year, Mr. Gu has already been promoted three ranks. It's an unprecedented feat! Who knows, he might soon be appointed Prime Minister. By then, he'll be completely out of our league."
Ancient Wen Heng noticed several other colleagues glancing over frequently. 'He knows what he's doing,' he thought. 'He's just pretending to be drunk so he can come here and make a scene.'
