83. Zhao Douan wanders the night road drunk, as the Old Heavenly Master descends upon the mortal world.

"I have not," a eunuch whispered,

"Her Majesty has already discarded twelve jars of wine after ascending the Emperor Tower with Lord Zhao."

Mo Zhaorong's complexion changed slightly; she knew that Xu Zhenguan, when drinking wine on the tower, would only become slightly drunk.

Such a level of intoxication as today was extremely rare.

If she were to become utterly inebriated, it would give that deceitful scoundrel an advantage—she dared not even think of it.

...

Atop the tower, dishes and cups were in disarray.

"Your Majesty, the wine is gone," Zhao Douan said, holding an empty jar.

It meant that this small gathering had reached its end.

Beneath the lamp, Xu Zhenguan's skin took on a reddish hue, but as she let out a deep breath of the strong alcohol aroma,

The drunken look visibly dissipated from the Empress's face, and her eyes became much clearer.

At this moment, the clouds gathered in the sky, also concealing the bright moon.