The prefect of Five Peaks Prefecture, cultivation!

The marquis's residence.

At the victory banquet.

"Everyone, sit down. Don't just stand there!" Zhou Sheng took his seat first.

Seeing this, everyone else sat down as well.

"Your Highness! A toast to you!" Jiang Ning had barely warmed his seat before Zhong Yue rose and raised his wine cup to him.

Then Zhong Yue drained it in one gulp, leaving not a drop.

"You're too kind, Commissioner Zhong!" Jiang Ning said.

He raised his cup and likewise drained it in a single gulp.

Meanwhile.

Those already seated at the banquet exchanged glances, communicating with their eyes.

"Commissioner Zhong must know who this prince is," someone whispered.

"He must! Otherwise, Commissioner Zhong wouldn't be so courteous!" As the speaker said this, he saw Zhong Yue raise a second cup to Jiang Ning.

At this, Jiang Ning could only raise his own cup in response.

Then, on second thought, he gladly accepted.

The wine before him was no ordinary drink. Drinking it would surely increase his source energy points.

For him, no amount of source energy points was ever enough.

Without a suitable excuse, guzzling wine alone would be rather embarrassing for someone of his current standing.

It was not that he cared so much about saving face.

Rather, this little benefit was not worth losing face over.

After accepting three consecutive toasts from Zhong Yue, he saw Zhong Yue about to sit down.

He promptly returned a toast.

With four cups of energy-rich wine in his belly, he immediately felt wisps of warmth spreading through his abdomen.

Excellent! Jiang Ning silently marveled.

He felt perfectly at ease fleecing this particular sheep.

Zhou Sheng was not only a marquis, but also the reigning emperor's nephew.

With that connection, he had no doubt whatsoever about Zhou Sheng's wealth.

Besides, he had contributed