The sky outside had already begun to darken, and within the depths of the palace, it felt as though night had fallen in an instant.
With vision obstructed, hearing became even sharper. Yu Wenye could clearly hear the sound of water flowing; it was Yu Wencheng rising to fill the Crown Prince's cup beside him. In the dim light, the color of the liquor was almost indistinguishable, one could only see the cold glimmer of liquid pouring from the spout like moonlight spilling, shimmering with ripples as it settled in the cup.
The air also began to be filled with a strong aroma of wine.
Then, the sound of rustling fabric was heard as Yu Wencheng turned and tilted the jug slightly towards the cup in front of Yu Wenye.
