At a Loss

"A cup for him!"

"A cup for me!"

They did not spend long drinking and making merry.

Wei Qing could not afford wine and had rarely drunk it. After a few bowls of watered wine, his head was spinning, and he had not offered a single useful suggestion.

The new emperor could drink, but he was usually kept on a tight leash, and he was not a particularly well-behaved drunk.

After a round of toasts, both men ended up flat on their backs.

Only when the sounds of the fifth-watch patrol rang out did the new emperor emerge from his daze.

He looked at his own disheveled clothes, then at Wei Qing, who was just as disheveled and still unconscious. A frightening, absurd thought sprang into his mind.

The new emperor did not know what he had done after drinking, and Wei Qing, who had passed out before him, surely did not know either.

But the new emperor knew he had taken a Dragon Vigor and Tiger Strength Pill from the Palace of Peace and Happiness.

Could it be that my beastly nature took over and I stripped Wei Qing's clothes off...

For a moment, he was so distraught that he did not even take a carriage, slipping out of the Marquis of Pingyang's residence alone.

Reeking of wine, the new emperor wandered along the streets in the first light of dawn. Watching the many pedestrians coming and going so early, he felt lost for a while.

In the end, he was only a youth of seventeen or eighteen. However mature his disposition, there were limits to it.

Some people his age knew nothing of the world, let alone how to scheme and struggle with all their might.

But the new emperor had to force himself to adapt.

The seeds