Imperial Palace.
After a careful inspection, the Emperor finally had a sip of the wine.
In the transparent goblet, the pale pink liquid flowed under the light, resembling a silver galaxy streaming within.
"Beautiful!"
Even in his urgency, the Emperor took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the fine wine.
Drawing in a deep breath filled with fragrance, he finally raised his arm and took a small sip.
The peach blossom wine lingered on the tip of his tongue, swirling and cascading, until at last it slid down his throat and into his stomach.
Smooth and fragrant all the way through.
The aroma of the wine was long-lasting, and although it was light and not intoxicating, it relaxed the mind and imbued a sense of ethereality.
But all that was not even the most important part. After the Emperor took a sip of wine and finally opened his eyes, he dismissed all the servants, leaving only his family of three.
