At the dinner table.
After a couple more drinks, Xie Yunliu started to curse and grumble.
He started by cursing the Scholar, but after a few mouthfuls of insults failed to quench his anger, he began to rage at the Court.
Hearing this, Chu Chengfeng flinched. He was about to tell his brother to keep it down, but seeing that they were all among friends, he just shrugged helplessly. This was just how the guy was when he drank too much; there was nothing to be done.
"Is there a war?"
Xie Yunliu was the only one talking at the table. Zheng Xiu listened quietly, his brow furrowing slightly when he heard that the northern war was not going well. Ever since the founding of Daqian, the Barbarian Kingdom to the north had always been a thorn in the side of its rulers.
