C1277 Little He Is Luckier than We Are

West Cold, Imperial Palace, night.

Drinking, drinking and drinking again.

The sound of silk bamboo reached his ears.

A peaceful atmosphere.

The feast within the palace did not have much of an atmosphere, but it was very exquisite and polite.

The small tables below were basically filled with all sorts of royal relatives.

Including their families, who sat in a row.

It was very warm