"Is His Highness here?"
Voices sounded outside, and he faintly heard the words "Imperial Grandson's consort." Wild Daoist snapped out of his reverie and realized he had forgotten himself. It was already late, and the grand ceremony would be held tomorrow. His lord needed rest, so he hurriedly took his leave.
"Very well. This matter cannot be settled in a day. You may go..."
"Bu Hui, what brings you here?"
With a musical clink of jade ornaments, someone pushed the door open. Su Ziji looked up and saw Ye Buhui, followed by a maid carrying a teapot and cups. He smiled. "I really didn't drink that much. It's so late, yet you still went to the trouble of bringing me sobering tea. I am a little tired, though."
As he spoke, Su Ziji took off his outer robe and sat on the couch in his plain inner garments.
Ye Buhui's heart ached for him. Rolling up her sleeves, she took the pot herself and poured tea into a cup. It was amber tinged with red, and its fragrance filled the room. "And you still say you didn't drink much. Does your head hurt?"
Although Su Ziji had drunk a great deal, his body was no longer that of an ordinary mortal. Even without sobering tea, the effects of the wine would fade on their own before long.
Still, he did not refuse. Ye Buhui had brought the tea herself, and he did not want to worry her. Rather than explain, he might as well drink it.
So he drained a full cup.
Seeing how concerned Ye Buhui was, Su Ziji could not help smiling. "Don't worry. Your husband can hold his liquor. Go and rest. Unless something unexpected happens, I'll receive my investiture tomorrow, and you'll be invested as the