My Little Sister Jealously Offered Me Strong Wine, and I Turned to Feed It to the Eldest Princess
Kim Seon-a took the bright yellow scroll of " Memorial of Submission of the Entire Nation " from Gu Moran's hand, unfolded it with a clatter, laid it on the cannon barrel, and pressed her bleeding finger down heavily at the end of the document, leaving a glaring bloody fingerprint.
"I'll cross the sea with the prince!"
Kim Seon-a turned around, leaning against the scorching hot cannon barrel, and stared intently into Gu Moran's eyes, smearing her bloodied fingers directly on the breastplate on his chest.
"Ten turtle ships, plus the troop deployment tally for ten thousand naval troops in Gyeongsang Province, I'll give them all to the Prince!"
I want to personally watch that old bastard Kim Seung-hwan board the ship to be cannon fodder!
but--"
She gasped for breath, her voice trembling with tension:
"Once we conquer Kyushu Island and there are deaths in Goryeo, I want to take 30% of the pig iron and sulfur from the island!"
Goryeo cannot forever depend on others for even the iron needed to forge a good sword!
Gu Moran looked down at the bloodstain on the breastplate, then pinched her still bleeding index finger and sucked on it.
Kim Seon-a trembled, as if burned, and tried to pull her hand back.
Gu Moran released her mouth and rubbed her wet fingertips with his thumb:
"Thirty percent is too much. If you feed it too much, I'm afraid it will bite you."
"Two-tenths, plus five thousand fine Wa swords—this is my personal allowance for the Princess."
He straightened up and shouted at Mei Boqian, who was still kicking the corpse:
"Alright, stop taking your anger out on the dead!"
Send the order: the entire army shall move into the Incheon Prefectural Governor's residence. Slaughter about a hundred pigs and sheep from the city for me. Tonight, I will hold a victory celebration banquet!
"Have Tuoba Mang drag that crippled dog Kuki Yoshitaka away and lock him in the stone water dungeon beneath the prefect's mansion. Have men guard him until he dies. If even a single hair on his head is stolen, I will hold him accountable!"
Mei Boqian immediately turned around, responded loudly, and scurried off the boat to relay the order.
At 5 PM, in the backyard of the Incheon Prefectural Governor's residence.
The flower hall that originally belonged to the governor of Goryeo had long been cleaned up, and more than a dozen tallow candles were lit inside, making it as bright as day.
Gu Moran changed into a loose-fitting black brocade robe and was sitting in the main seat, rubbing his temples.
Shen Ling'er walked in from outside carrying a sandalwood tray with two bowls of dark, medicinal soup on it. The strong aroma of angelica and astragalus wafted into people's noses with the steam.
She placed the medicine bowl on the side of the main table, revealing her slender, white wrist, which was still wrapped in thick white gauze, through which dark red bloodstains could be faintly seen.
"Husband, let's not worry about those military reports for now."
Shen Ling'er pushed one of the bowls of medicine toward Gu Moran, touching the rim of the bowl with her finger to test the temperature.
"You've been working so hard these past few days, your eyes are all dark circles. Quickly finish this bowl of angelica blood-nourishing soup. The other bowl is for Sister Seon-a."
On the soft couch in the corner, Meng Jiuning was slumped on the pillow, half-dead.
Her face was as white as paper, and her wrist was also wrapped in thick gauze, but her hands were busy peeling a green orange.
Hearing Shen Ling'er's words, Meng Jiuning pouted, got up, and swayed over, stuffing a freshly peeled orange segment directly into Shen Ling'er's mouth to shut her up.
"You can barely walk on your own, yet you're worrying about this scoundrel who's strong enough to kill an ox."
Besides, the tonics you make in the Central Plains smell like horse urine; it's disgusting just to smell them. They're nowhere near as effective as the medicinal wine I make by soaking five poisonous insects."
Shen Ling'er squinted at the sour taste, swallowed the orange segments, and reached out to support Meng Jiuning's arm:
"Go back and lie down, or your wound will reopen if you move around."
Gu Moran picked up the medicine bowl, about to bring it to her lips, when suddenly a series of tinkling sounds came from the entrance of the flower hall.
Gu Moli, dressed in a bright red brocade dress with gold trim, stepped across the threshold. The dress was tied low at the chest, making her long, white neck stand out against the light.
Qingwu followed behind with her head bowed and eyes downcast, carrying a pot of freshly warmed osmanthus wine.
After entering the room, Gu Moli didn't even glance at Kim Seon-a sitting on the side. She went straight to the main table and plopped down in the empty seat to Gu Moran's left.
She glanced disdainfully at the bowl of dark, murky medicine on the table, then used her nail-painted fingertips to push the bowl that Shen Ling'er had just placed half an inch to the side.
"On such a joyous day, why drink bitter medicine? It's bad luck."
Kim Seon-a was sitting on the side, had changed into a clean light blue Goryeo palace dress, but her complexion was still not very good.
She hesitated for a moment, then picked up her wine glass with both hands, stood up, and stopped three steps away from the main table.
"Your Highness, today we celebrate the great victory at Incheon. I, Seon-a, would like to offer you a toast."
I just don't know...
After that Kuki Yoshitaka was imprisoned in the water dungeon, when does Your Highness plan to interrogate him about the matters concerning Gyeongsang Province?
She had barely finished speaking, and before she could even raise her wine glass Gu Moli, who was sitting next to her, suddenly jerked her wrist.
With a snap.
The white jade wine cup in Gu Moli's hand tilted to the side on the table, spilling the full cup of osmanthus wine all over the hem of her bright red and gold-embroidered skirt, leaving a large dark water stain.
"Oops."
Gu Moli placed the empty wine glass on the table, making a crisp sound.
She didn't even glance at her soaked skirt, but instead moved closer to Gu Moran Gu Moran, almost pressing half her body against his arm, and reached out to pick up the white jade wine pot from the Qingwu tray:
"Brother, this place beyond the Great Wall is so remote that even a table is hard to sit on. My hands are sore."
Here, this pot of osmanthus wine was brought from Dengzhou. I will personally feed it to my elder brother.
As she spoke, she brought the spout of the wine pot to Gu Moran's lips, but glanced sideways at Kim Seon-a, who was still frozen in place with her wine glass in hand, her chin held high.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly turned cold. Even Tuoba Mang, who was playing drinking games at the next table, shrank back and shut his mouth.
Gu Moran looked at Gu Moli who had come closer, then glanced at Kim Seon-a who was standing awkwardly in front of the table. He took the white jade wine pot from Gu Moli's hand and took a big gulp.
Just as Gu Moli revealed a smug smile, Gu Moran suddenly reached out his left hand, grabbed the back of Kim Seon-a's head, pressed her towards him, and lowered his head to silence her with a kiss.
Half a mouthful of sweet osmanthus wine was completely swallowed by Kim Seon-a.
Kim Seon-a's eyes widened in surprise; she couldn't even swallow, and the wine dripped down her chin, staining her snow-white chest.
Only after Gu Moran let go did she realize what was happening, choking and turning her face red. She coughed violently and slapped Gu Moran's chest repeatedly.
"Cough cough... Your Highness, have you gone mad! There are so many people watching!"
Gu Moli, who was standing to the side, was so angry that she slammed her fist on the table.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you complain that the table was uneven and want to feed me? Well, I'll feed others too."
Gu Moran raised his hand and wiped the wine stains off her chin, acting as if nothing had happened.
At the table next to her, Murong Xue rolled her eyes and slammed the half-eaten roasted lamb leg she was holding into the copper plate.
He grabbed the black earthenware wine jar from the table, turned to Zhen Meili, and yelled:
"I'm not eating anymore, it's so sour it's making my teeth hurt!"
Meili, let's go drink some strong liquor. Whoever crawls under the table first tonight is a coward!
Zhen Meili was holding a sheep bone and gesturing to the mechanism's slide rails when she heard this. She grinned, broke the mud seal, and bumped into Murong Xue.
"Fine, I'll drink! What are you afraid of?"