The youth in the red dress said.
"Ah? Why is that?"
Tu Bi asked, puzzled.
"Why do you think the old man likes me the most? Isn't it because I'm most like him? If he knew I was afraid to drink while betting with a beauty, he'd surely tear me apart and steep me in alcohol."
The youth in the red dress sneered.
"Uh..."
Tu Bi didn't know what to say for a moment.
He wanted to argue back, but it seemed like he couldn't.
"Get it? If you understand, then let go of me. If it wasn't for the fact that you've taken care of me since I was young, I would've already torn off your hand along with your head."
The youth in the red dress said expressionlessly.
"It was presumptuous of this old servant, please forgive me, young master."
Tu Bi said with an awkward smile, releasing his hand.
"It's just a few bottles of poisoned wine; dying beneath the peony flowers, one can still be a romantic ghost. But my dear lady, I have a request, to drink a toast with you."
