"Brother, please."
Li Jing raised a toast, carrying himself with a bold, heroic air.
Wang Yan smiled and nodded, picked up the ceramic bowl, and drained it in one gulp.
Watching him, Li Jing could not help widening his eyes. "Brother, you can really hold your liquor."
"I used to drink it one sip at a time. Only after I pledged myself to the Prince of Jin did I start drinking like this."
"Why?"
"Poor."
Wang Yan's answer was simple and direct. "A bowl of wine costs one cash coin. Back then, I could only bring myself to buy a bowl every three or five days, so naturally I had to savor it slowly. Now that a little money is no longer worth worrying about, drinking boldly and swallowing it down is what feels best."
Upon hearing this, Li Jing decisively picked up his bowl and drained the rest of his wine as well.
"It really is satisfying." With the wine going to his head, Li Jing thoroughly agreed with Wang Yan.
Wang Yan smiled and asked, "Yaoshi, you are also a son of the Li Clan. Why are you traveling alone with a sword at your side?"
"I am traveling the land to observe the ways of the world and understand the lives of the people. I heard that the army had returned in triumph, so I hurried to Great Prosperity. To be honest, Brother, Han Qinhu, who destroyed the Chen Kingdom, is my maternal uncle."
"So that was it. On the second day after I joined the Prince of Jin, His Highness held a grand banquet, and I was fortunate enough to meet Lord Han."
"Brother's martial skills are formidable, and you serve the Prince of Jin. One day, you will surely be granted a marquisate from horseback."