By evening, no matter what methods they had used, everyone had acquired a new mount—the ultimate dream of every mounted general, an Akhal-Teke Horse.
The tents had been pitched, the cattle and sheep were roasting, and fine wine filled the tables. Jiang Hao and the generals drank to their hearts' content, the atmosphere harmonious and joyful.
Everyone came over to toast the prince. Jiang Hao refused no one, and even he had no idea how much he had drunk. Stars glittered in the sky, bonfires rose from the grasslands, and they drank until the latter half of the night. Everyone was drunk and had no clue how much wine they had consumed. More than a dozen generals had collapsed, while Jiang Hao was the only one still somewhat sober—though even he was feeling drunk by then.
"When life is going well, one must enjoy it to the fullest; never let a golden cup sit empty beneath the moon.
"Heaven gave me my talents, so they must have their use; though a fortune be spent, it will return again.
"Let us cook sheep and slaughter cattle for merriment; we must drain three hundred cups in one sitting.
"Even Thousand Cups Not Drunk will end up drunk, so long as you can drink a thousand cups."
Jiang Hao recited loudly toward the sky, making Dina giggle. She ordered someone to help Jiang Hao into the tent. As for the others, servants naturally attended to them.
Inside the tent, Dina wiped Jiang Hao down. Jiang Hao chuckled as he looked at her. Dina looked back at him and said, "This is the first time I've seen Your Highness get drunk from drinking. But you drank more than a dozen men under the table all by yourself. That really was impressive."
"How impressive?"
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