Capítulo 1775: Chapter 1766: The Return Journey
Originally, Ninth Master Lee, along with so other officials who sincerely admired Song Chongjin and were worried he might drink too much and cause embarrassnt for Great Chu, saw Prince Bayar’s malicious intent and tacitly gathered around.
With just a few words, they dispersed those people, tackling a group from the Grasslands together when one couldn’t withstand alone.
In no ti, several people around Bayar were taken away, and coincidentally, they all seed to be those with a decent alcohol tolerance.
Isn’t that obvious? When Song Chongjin invited the n from the Grasslands to try the Great Chu’s fine wines, those who loved wine caught the officials’ attention.
Therefore, they didn’t randomly pull people aside but specifically chose those familiar faces.
Prince Bayar was unaware, only assuming it was coincidental; although displeased, he knew that if he caused trouble at this event, even his parents might not be able to protect him.
He had no choice but to let it be, huffing in anger and together with others, took turns forcing drinks on Song Chongjin.
Song Chongjin remained calm and collected, allowing them to toast round after round, drinking each cup at his own pace, and returning the toast.
anwhile, he picked so dishes to fill his stomach.
After several rounds, the drinks provided by Great Chu were already quite potent, and those n from the Grasslands couldn’t resist these unlimited drinks and indulged freely.
Not only did they drink heartily during toasts, they took opportunities to sneak a few sips during quiet monts.
In the end, Song Chongjin’s eyes remained clear, seated steadily, while those who ca to toast were flushed, their eyes blurred, and their steps unsteady.
Bayar beca anxious; his drinking was relatively good and well-known in the Grasslands Royal Capital. He thought getting Song Chongjin to make a fool of himself would be easy, but he didn’t expect Song Chongjin’s drinking capacity to be unfathomable.
Bayar himself felt a bit intoxicated, unsteady, yet persisted, surprised that Song Chongjin appeared unaffected, his complexion unchanged.
Unwilling to accept, he turned around to call his n for more toasts, only to find most of them already drunk and those wanting to cause trouble dragged outside.
Those not causing trouble curled up in corners, waiting for the banquet to end and be picked up by their peers.
The last remaining few stared blankly, their tongues swollen, unable to feed themselves with a wine glass held up.
Bayar tried to stand, but as soon as he moved, everything spun, swaying before his eyes, and he plopped down to the ground, unable to get up.
The others only saw Prince Bayar stand, sway, and fall back into his seat before toppling over, completely drunk.
The guards felt relieved, thinking it’s preferable for him to pass out instead of causing a scene while drunk.
They hurriedly dispatched a few to efficiently haul Prince Bayar aside, worried the Great Chu crowd might try sothing.
Ninth Master Lee watched Song Chongjin single-handedly topple the grassland n, concerned, so he hurried over, “Lord Song, are you alright?”
Upon asking, he saw Song Chongjin was quite sober, leisurely eating peanuts, swallowing the remaining concern he had.
Song Chongjin glanced at Ninth Master Lee and nodded: “Sit down and have so food to settle your stomach.”
Ninth Master Lee had been drinking with a grassland strongman all afternoon without food, feeling uncomfortable.
Listening to Song Chongjin, he sat down and began eating the warm dishes.
A few from the Grasslands remained sober, witnessing this scene and dared not approach. With little alcohol tolerance, they’d only set themselves up for failure.
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Thus, they feigned death, hiding to the side.
By now, the banquet neared its end. Qin Bohan and Batu maintained their composure, only sipping drinks.
Witnessing this, especially Batu felt humiliated and unwilling to stay.
He took it upon himself to ntion knowing the Great Chu’s New Year was approaching, suggesting they shouldn’t delay getting officials back to celebrate.
Qin Bohan chuckled, with Great Chu obtaining solid benefits and Song Chongjin restoring its dignity, readily agreed without further comnt.
With main figures speaking, naturally, guards swiftly gathered the inebriated and sober officials to escort them back.
Others tidied the aftermath albeit amiably before exchanging pleasantries and departing.
Not speaking of the Grasslands side, Great Chu’s side was eager to return.
Especially the Capital City officials, pondering how they’d return to Chicheng County to rest before heading back to the Capital.
Achievents earned, rushing wouldn’t catch New Year celebrations, better to stay comfortable in Chicheng County for the holiday and consider returning afterward.
So calculated minds foresaw the Comrce opening after the year, drawing rchants in droves.
By then, from Chicheng County, treasures from everywhere might dazzle the eyes.
Especially in Chicheng County; fur, Western Region spices, and gemstones are much cheaper than in the Capital.
Selecting so items for a return ant profits or impressive gifts, yet cost-effective.
Back at the barracks, General Chen suggested celebration, but most politely declined.
Though decent, the barracks lacked Chicheng County’s convenience, thoroughly tired of it.
Hence, they all requested to quickly return to Chicheng County.
Qin Bohan couldn’t help reading their minds, uncomfortable in the barracks himself. He obliged them readily.
With luggage mostly packed beforehand, only daily items left, it was simple.
One night passed, and by the next day, they were ready to return to town.
Differing from their arrival, although the border was peaceful, General Chen being cautious and unwilling to risk it, especially now—should anything happen, skins might be at stake.
He insisted on dispatching an adept team to escort the envoy back to Chicheng County.
Unable to refuse, Qin Bohan agreed.
A vast procession departed the barracks in cold weather, though snowless, with roads empty.
After traveling a hundred miles, scouts issued warnings about approaching unknown yet considerable numbers ‘horsen.
The escorting Colonel remained calm, directing a halt and positioning watchfully, signaling scouts to probe further, promptly reporting back.
Soon after, a scout tumbled down from the hillside, rolling to the Colonel’s feet before exclaiming, “It’s the Imperial Guards—”
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