Fan Yuhuai waved away the alcohol fumes coming at him, his eyes fixed on Zhong Shaozhong. He frowned and stepped back.
Seeing that everyone else was also extremely drunk, Fan Yuhuai thought about how the Crown Prince had sent him to capture the traitor. Yet, here they were drinking in a brothel, doing nothing wrong. How was he supposed to capture anyone?
In his dilemma, Fan Yuhuai called over the brothel's madam and asked, "When did Master Zhong come here?"
The brothel's madam glanced at Zhong Shaozhong and answered truthfully.
"He hasn't been here long. How did all these officials get so drunk?" Fan Yuhuai looked at a trembling girl and pointed at her. "You... tell me, how much did these gentlemen drink?"
"Oh dear! Master Fan!" Zhong Shaozhong laughed as he pressed down Fan Yuhuai's hand, standing in front of him, reeking of alcohol. "Why make it hard for this beautiful girl? Anything... you need to know, just ask me!"