In the crowd, an old man and a youngster were having a drinking contest, going back and forth, while Bai Xingzhen was busy moving wine jars, enjoying himself.
The Old Ears was bold and hearty, while the youngster's whole body exuded white steam, as if a low-hanging cloud might form over the noble house. The courtyard was filled with the intoxicating aroma of the wine, dizzying even with just a sniff.
Emperor Jing squinted and scrutinized the young man's face, but couldn't recall which noble family he belonged to: "Could it be the drunkard I encountered on the street earlier, coincidentally drinking together?"
Bai Jian recalled: "Your Majesty, earlier the Imperial Guard reported that an old man and two youngsters came down from a Bai Family carriage; he must be one of them."
Emperor Jing exclaimed in amazement: "I've wanted to drink with that person for decades but never got the chance, and here he is, drinking jar after jar."
