Lin Feng had to attend court the next day, so she didn't drink much.
But her joy went to her head even more than the alcohol.
She hadn't expected her lord to hold a private celebratory feast just for her. Her lord would pay forty percent of the bill, and her teacher would pay another forty percent.
"Who's paying the remaining twenty percent?"
Shen Tang said, "Naturally, Gongyi."
His colleague had gone to great lengths to help him complete the Way of the Scholar. What was wrong with making him pay a little? Luan Xin had a capable wife at home who was good at managing things, and Shen Tang knew without even calculating that his finances were healthier than hers. So she pried twenty percent right out of his pocket.
Lin Feng: "..."
She'd never imagined Luan Xin would be one of the ones picking up the tab.
It sounded a little outrageous, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.
Shen Tang hooked an arm around Lin Feng's neck. "Today, Lingde is the host. Eat and drink your fill! There's wine today, so let's get drunk today!"
"There's the Great Court tomorrow."
"What's there to fear? If you're too drunk to get up, have your incarnation mark attendance." She prided herself on being an enlightened ruler and wouldn't dock her subordinates' attendance bonuses over something so trivial. Even having an incarnation mark attendance counted as a success.
Lin Feng: "..."
That did sound somewhat reasonable.
It was just that the Imperial Recorder didn't look too happy.
It wasn't until night had grown dark that the merrymaking gradually came to an end. Reeking of alcohol, Lin Feng didn't race home over the rooftops. Instead, she mounted a horse and rode back at an easy pace.