Imperial Palace.
Song Zhiyuan accompanied the imperial presence, playing chess in the warm pavilion. His gaze occasionally drifted to the venison grilling on the rack and the deer blood wine on the side.
"If you're tempted, feel free to try a cup first." Emperor Chu gestured to the chessboard, "Just don't deliberately go easy on me."
It made him seem particularly weak, as if needing someone to give way.
"I'm not exactly tempted, just feeling... how come we're playing chess and suddenly grilling venison too? The snow has melted; if you want to indulge, wait for next year." Song Zhiyuan didn't understand the elegant interests of the person before him.
"What do you know? This is about enjoying the moment. This is fresh venison, roasted to eat, accompanied by deer blood wine, one of life's great pleasures." Emperor Chu made another move, glanced at him, and said, "Instead of just watching my sons secretly playing tricks, enjoying their amusement and then feeling frustrated myself."
