The atmosphere below seemed harmonious for a moment.
The King of the Grasslands still beamed with a smile, holding the Third Queen, raising his glass to Qi Le. The Third Queen in his arms also lifted her glass coquettishly, her smile reflecting a bit of pride and show-off.
The nobles and ladies below, focused on the scene above, hurriedly lowered their heads to drink, not daring to look any further.
Qi Le glanced indifferently at the King of the Grasslands, raised his glass ceremonially, barely touching his lips, and then set it down.
A flicker of anger crossed the King of the Grasslands' face, but he quickly suppressed it, and continued pouring wine for the Third Queen as if no one was around.
The banquets on the grasslands, especially those of the nobility, are naturally unruly.
Once the nobles drink too much, propriety and shame are mostly discarded.
