"Madam Qi, I've long admired your reputation. May I offer you a drink?" the man who stopped her asked with a smile.
Jian Yufei didn't recognize him, "Sorry, I'm a bit busy right now."
"Just one drink; I came specifically to toast you."
The man held two glasses in his hands, with just enough liquor to cover the bottom of the flute glasses; drinking it shouldn't be a problem.
Jian Yufei wanted to find Mo Lan sooner, so she took the glass, clinked it with his, and then drank it down.
"Excuse me for a moment."
She set down the glass and smiled apologetically.
She had only taken a few steps when her head suddenly started spinning—
What's going on? Drunk after just a little sip?
Everything before her eyes was swaying; one image split into two, and two into three...
Jian Yufei cursed inwardly, realizing that someone had drugged her. She tried to scream, but her throat produced no sound.
"Madam, what's wrong? Are you drunk?" A maid came over to support her.
