C676 Ziyuan(2)

Jiang Ce couldn't help but twitch his lips. As much as he hated to admit it, his tolerance for alcohol was indeed just a few drinks. That time when Bai Yun kept pouring him bowl after bowl, he managed to leave immediately, but his steps were unsteady on the stairs. By the time he got home, he didn't even use the front door; he slipped in through the back, with a guard helping him to his room