Sisi picked up the wine flagon and poured a cup for Zhao Changhe, her tone leisurely as she said, “The forest is deep, the mist thick, the air cold. I remember you used to drink straight from a wine gourd without bothering to warm it. But here, do as the locals do.”0

Zhao Changhe replied with a double meaning, “Actually, warming it isn’t so bad either.”0

His words seemed to respond to her earlier comment about not being “chaste,” something that Sisi used to be quite indignant about.0

Sisi seemed to catch his meaning, blinking her eyes and laughing lightly before sighing. “Warming the wine isn’t the norm. Most of the time, it’s hidden in the pot, unseen, neither cold nor hot. Drink it if you want, or don’t.”0

Zhao Changhe drank in silence.0

Sisi asked, “Aren’t you afraid I might have poisoned it?”0

Zhao Changhe answered, “Didn’t you say it yourself? The Wang Clan of Langya has its ways, even the ability to expel poison.”0

Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she laughed softly. “I have no ties with you. As the saintess of my tribe, I wouldn’t hesitate to trick a person from the Central Plains. You shouldn’t trust me too much. I don’t want you blaming me later if you fall into my trap.”1

Zhao Changhe ignored her teasing...0