Long Hui was a very young heir apparent.
He was in his early twenties that year, his face full of swagger, yet he did not look particularly disagreeable.
The moment he saw Liu Shi and Deng Zhong, he pulled them along to a feast. With a sweep of his hand, he ordered his men to slaughter livestock and prepare fine food to entertain them.
"Please, neither of you should refuse. My father is gravely ill. In a few days, I fear I may no longer be able to drink with others... while I still can, let us drink!"
Long Hui was remarkably forthright, but whenever he mentioned his father, his eyes filled with intense anger.
The three sat inside the tent, looking at the meat and fine wine piled before them. Liu Shi and Deng Zhong exchanged a glance.
Only then did Liu Shi speak. "There is no hurry to eat and drink."
"The Great King is gravely ill. Why have you come outside the city instead of staying by his side to attend him?"
At Liu Shi's words, Long Hui drew a deep breath, then grabbed the wine flask before him and poured its contents into his mouth.
Deng Zhong watched him gulp down nearly an entire flask of wine and could not help exclaiming, "A true warrior!"
Long Hui wiped the corner of his mouth before saying angrily, "Lord Liu, you must know that my father's illness comes not from within, but from without!"
"When that wretch humiliated my father before, my father intended to go to war with him. We only stayed our hands because you intervened."
"Relying on the strength of his kingdom, that wretch has grown ever more disrespectful toward the surrounding kingdoms. Now that my father is gravely ill, he has even sent an