"Esteemed envoy, has your tongue gone bad? This is clearly fine plum blossom wine, with an excellent flavor," a Da Qing official retorted loudly.
The Southern Chu envoy raised an eyebrow, glancing mockingly at Shen Wei, who sat at the head of the table. "How strange—mine happens to be sour and foul. It seems even the esteemed Da Qing Imperial Consort isn't flawless in her arrangements."
Shen Wei's delicate brows arched slightly.
She couldn't help but study the Southern Chu envoy, a man in his thirties with an unremarkable face, towering height, and a robust build. Though his appearance was ordinary, his words were laced with thorns.
It was clear he was deliberately targeting her.
Under normal circumstances, the best way to handle such a provocation would be to replace the envoy's wine.
