Qi Xuansu could handle his liquor, but he did not like drinking. Sometimes, the point of drinking was to get drunk and loosen up, trading a brief numbness for a moment of peace. Yet what made him strong also held him back. His Martial Arts Practitioner’s physique was resistant to intoxication, so getting drunk was simply not an option.0

So after a few cups, Qi Xuansu stopped drinking and focused on his porridge, leaving most of the bottle to Zhang Yuelu.0

But Zhang Yuelu poured more wine into his luminous cup.0

As she poured, she recited softly, “Fine grape wine in a luminous cup, interrupted by the pipa’s call to ride. Mock not the drunk who sleeps upon the battlefield, for how few come back from war?”1

Then she asked, “In your campaign in the Southern Continent, did you ever lie drunk on the battlefield?”0

Qi Xuansu clinked his cup against hers and drained it in one go. “No, there was no one I wanted to drink with, and drinking alone is rather dull...0