The maid didn't leave for long before she brought the dishes Zhao Letian and the others ordered.
Three small dishes, just enough, perfectly complementing the drinks for the three of them.
"Brother-in-law, since we've ordered such expensive dishes, wouldn't it be a bit remiss not to get a couple of jars of wine?"
Mu Lei asked with a smile. On the grasslands, men can go without food, but not without alcohol.
"What's the rush? Here, one jar for each person, drink up to your heart's content. There's more if you run out."
Zhao Letian replied with a faint smile, conjuring up three jars of Qingluo Wine, handing them to Mu Lei and Gedan.
"This wine has such a strong fragrance, brother-in-law, what kind of wine is this?"
Mu Lei opened the jar and took a whiff, his face immediately showing a surprised delight. From his many years of drinking experience, he could tell that the wine Zhao Letian gave him was incredibly valuable, a top-tier wine that could be priceless.
"Merely smelling it is invigorating and makes one feel as if their martial abilities have subtly improved. This is truly a treasure among wines. Brother Zilong, who exactly are you? Could you really be a prince from some super tribe?"
Gedan, after opening his jar, was equally astounded. If he wasn't mistaken, the wine Zhao Letian gave him was probably even more expensive than the three exquisite dishes on the table. And Zhao Letian, who could casually bring out such fine wine, how could he be an ordinary man?
"Big brother Gedan, I'm just like Mu Lei, from a small tribe, not some prince from a super tribe. As for this wine, it's called Qingluo. You can think of it as a rare find I happened upon,"
Zhao Letian shook his head and said with a smile.
"People from a small tribe?"
Gedan squeezed out an awkward smile on his face; he wasn't buying that. However, Zhao Letian's background didn't matter to him. He picked his friends based on character, not background; otherwise, he would've long sought to curry favor with nobles in the city.
"Qingluo Wine? Nice name. Let's take a shot."
Mu Lei grinned, lifting the jar to drink directly from it.
Zhao Letian and Gedan, being more refined, exchanged smiles, poured a full cup each, and raised their glasses.
After downing the wine, Mu Lei and Gedan both showed delighted expressions, unable to resist praising it. The drink was strong and sweet, spreading through their bodies like flames, seemingly igniting the latent potential within them.
"What a unique fragrance of wine! There's actually a wine here at the Heavenly Sound Pavilion that this miss hasn't tasted? Humph, to think that there's good wine and you didn't present it to me, do you even want to stay in business?"
Just then, a girl's voice came from the second floor, sounding rather haughty and impulsive.
Zhao Letian and the others looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl in a fur coat of exceptional beauty, surrounded by several young men of distinguished appearance.
At that moment, the fur-coated girl was looking down at their table. My Virtual Library Empire (*)
"To report to Commandery Princess, the wine that the guests at that table are drinking is their own and not from our Heavenly Sound Pavilion."
The maid at the side hastily explained with a nervous face. This Commandery Princess was famously bad-tempered, backed by the royal household, absolutely no one dared to provoke her.
"Their own wine? Alright, this miss won't trouble Heavenly Sound Pavilion this time, get lost."
The girl referred to as Commandery Princess coldly spoke, then leaped down from the second floor directly, quickly approaching Zhao Letian's table.
"What kind of wine is this? Where did you get it from?"
The girl asked straightforwardly.
"Who are you? Are we close? Why should I tell you?"
Zhao Letian's expression darkened as he indifferently spoke.
These spoiled disciples, regardless of gender, all behave the same way—arrogant and overbearing. They never take others into consideration and lack any respect for people. They think the whole world should fear them and obey their orders. But Zhao Letian refuses to accept this.
"You really don't know who I am?"
The young girl's eyes widened with anger blazing in her beautiful eyes. It was as if Zhao Letian's ignorance of her identity was a crime worthy of the greatest punishment.
"Commandery Princess, please calm your anger. They're just commoners, two outsiders with little insight. It's unnecessary to get angry over them."
"That's right, mere lowlifes, not worth the Commandery Princess' anger."
The youths who followed the girl with the mink fur all advised, looking at Zhao Letian and his companions with disdain.
"Alright then, listen carefully, you three fools. My father is Murong Batian, the Prince of the Southern Commandery, who commands the troops all year round. He stands firm against Dajin Country at the Southeast Border with military power in his grasp, rising like the midday sun. If you dare to offend me, I will make sure you have nowhere to bury your corpses."
The girl with the mink fur declared arrogantly.
"Murong Batian, the Prince of the Southern Commandery? Are you Commandery Princess Murong Qian?"
Mu Lei exclaimed in shock. Although he had never met the Prince of the Southern Commandery or Murong Qian, he had heard of their names while serving in the military.
"So this fool does have some recognition. Since you know who I am, then speak up quickly. Where did you get this wine from?"
Commandery Princess Murong Qian said with a proud and cold laugh, thinking the three fools must be frightened now that they knew her.
Mu Lei, frowning, suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Zhao Letian. Although the attitude of this Commandery Princess infuriated him, considering the other party's identity and background, he dared not act rashly.
At the same time, Gedan also frowned, his face turning a shade of iron blue. What status did the Commandery Princess have for a commoner like him to provoke? However, to leave now and abandon Zhao Letian and the other person was something he just couldn't do.
"Is the Prince of the Southern Commandery that impressive? I heard that not long ago, he even suffered a defeat at the border, didn't he? And you, flaunting your father's name to bully and swagger about, ruining the Prince's reputation. It's utterly shameless and you take pride in it, which is incredibly stupid. You still have the nerve to call others fools. What do you think you are?"
Zhao Letian showed no fear, pouring himself a cup of Qingluo Wine and then spoke dismissively without any courtesy.
The scene went silent immediately, as everyone drew a sharp breath.
He actually dared to insult Commandery Princess Murong Qian—it was as if the man had the audacity of a leopard or was simply seeking death.
"You, you dare to insult me? Lowly commoner, courting death."
Murong Qian's eyes showed disbelief before her gaze turned icy. She exuded the aura of the True Martial Fifth Realm and struck at Zhao Letian with her palm.
Zhao Letian remained seated and unmoving as he casually returned the palm, sending Commandery Princess Murong Qian reeling back five steps.
"You dare to fight back? Rebel, rebel! What are you all waiting for, kill him for me."
Murong Qian screamed in disbelief, then became furious with humiliation, shouting venomously.
"Everyone step aside, let me handle this."
At that moment, a white-clad youth with the cultivation of the True Martial Seventh Realm suddenly rushed forward like a specter, his speed astonishing, aiming a palm strike at Zhao Letian's head.