The moonlight was hazy and delicate.
Today, she had drunk far too much in order to knock Gongxi Chou flat.
By now, not only were her cheeks burning and flushed, but her head was spinning as well. She raised a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes, easing the dryness in them.
She murmured, "The moonlight's become a spirit..."
She shook her head hard, recovering some clarity. As her vision gradually focused, she finally saw who had come. She turned toward the other source of wine fumes beside her. "You came looking for Gongxi Chou?"
Shen Tang shifted to the side as she spoke.
Revealing a large man clutching a wine jar and sleeping like the dead. This sight also dyed the newcomer's eyes with surprise. The youth bent down, and Shen Tang's gaze fell along with his drooping braid. He examined Gongxi Chou carefully, his brows and eyes relaxing. "I hadn't seen him return for a long time, so I was worried he'd gotten lost outside and came out to look for him. Come to think of it, it's rather strange. In all the years I've known him, this is the first time I've seen him truly fall asleep. Clearly, he really does have a good relationship with the Sovereign. A Nian trusts you very much."
Martial Gall Warriors were extremely vigilant.
Never mind having someone beside them—even when they were alone, they rarely entered deep sleep without any defenses. Most of the time, they only dozed lightly. Though their sleeping posture appeared relaxed and languid, they were actually always poised to strike. The slightest disturbance would wake them.
Gongxi Chou had been the same while traveling with them.
That was not to say Gongxi Chou suspected the others might harm him. It was simply a habit formed