Within the Imperial Palace, wine cups clinked and conversation flowed freely...
"Come, We shall toast Teacher Qin."
Nangong Wen was clearly in a fine mood, a broad smile on his face as he raised his cup to Qin Ya. Qin Ya, for his part, did not demur. He smiled faintly and downed the wine in a single gulp, smacking his lips. 'This Imperial Wine is good, but it's still a bit lacking compared to Huaa Que's Jade Fall Cold.'
When the other guests saw this, they too swarmed to toast Qin Ya. He refused no one, and his calm demeanor as he drank made the eyes of the young ladies in attendance sparkle. They cast admiring glances his way, their opinion of him soaring.
'A young prodigy so handsome and extraordinary, with monstrous talent, and a Seventh-Grade Alchemist to boot... where could you find another one like him? Isn't he the absolute best choice for a husband?'
