Li Zhongxin hurriedly trotted forward, and when he picked up the birdcage, the mynah was still flapping inside, its eyes like black beans fixated on the grenade on the table, chirping ever more joyfully.
"Fool! Drink, drink!"
The Empress looked at the birdcage being taken away, a rare smile curling up at her lips.
"Why must Your Majesty fuss with a mere feathered creature? Let us drink instead!" She reached out and hooked her finger into the ring on the grenade.
Emperor Jing snorted coldly and picked up the grenade in front of him: "Hmph! Don't mention that creature. Come, Ying'er, let us drink together as husband and wife."
"Your Majesty, just pull this ring." The Empress gently guided, her nails stained with bright red balsam juice, glaring like blood in the candlelight.
Emperor Jing's fingers hooked into the ring: "Ying'er is thoughtful."
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
Two light sounds, as the rings of the two wine jugs were simultaneously pulled, and the safety levers sprang open.
