"Ming Li: ...Congratulations on guessing correctly, but there's no reward."
Xing Zhilin glanced at the wine left in the bowl, savored the taste in his mouth, and finished the wine in his hand with a frown.
"Anything else? Get this general some more."
Ming Li: "Where's your tea?"
Xing Zhilin: "Is Prince Yu reluctant to part with it? You drank several pots of my tea last time, and I haven't even gotten my money's worth yet."
Ming Li: "...Her eyes twitched fiercely, and she expressionlessly pulled out a jar of peach blossom wine and threw it to Xing Zhilin."
Xing Zhilin took the peach blossom wine thrown by Ming Li and walked away contentedly with the wine jar.
Beside them, Lan Yi stared at Ming Li's hand with a strange look.
"Holy crap! Where did the Prince's peach blossom wine come from just now?! Or was he seeing things and didn't notice?"
...
One night passed quickly.
The next morning, before the fog had dispersed, everyone set off again.
After traveling for several days, they finally reached the border.
Ming Li was resting in her tent when a tall and mighty figure clad in armor suddenly burst into her tent. It was Xing Zhilin.
"Prince Yu, do you still have that wine? Come on, let me have some more!"
Damn it, here he comes again! Ever since Xing Zhilin tasted her peach blossom wine that night, he had been pestering her for more, which made Ming Li speechless.
Ming Li's lips twitched slightly as she reminded him, "General Xing, didn't you dislike drinking and prefer tea?"
Xing Zhilin coughed lightly as if to cover up and said, "Who the hell spread that rumor? When did this general ever say he disliked drinking?"
Ming Li: "...Numbly, she took out two more jars of peach blossom wine from her space and hurled them at him."
Xing Zhilin looked at the two wine jars in his hands and left contentedly.
The next day, the Xiongnu launched an attack.
Xing Zhilin led the troops to go out of the city to meet the enemy. Ming Li, riding a white horse she somehow acquired, also rode out to join the fight.
Xing Zhilin's gaze swept over Ming Li's delicate and weak frame, and he boomed, "Prince Yu, your pampered and precious self should stay in the camp and rest. Leave the fighting to rough guys like this general. You don't need to worry about it!"
Everyone knew that royalty, like princes, usually came to the battlefield for show, not for real combat. If anything happened to him here, the Emperor would likely blame him severely.
Ming Li raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure?"
Xing Zhilin: "You just rest! When I return victorious, just give me a few jars of peach blossom wine."
Ming Li: "...Damn it, can you stop obsessing over her peach blossom wine? Her stock isn't that much anymore! It's only enough for her to drink for tens of thousands of years."
The system in her space: "...It feels like the host has said it all for nothing..."
Is that wine really that good? Maybe it should also...
The system was testing the boundaries of death.
Soon, Xing Zhilin led the army out of the city, and Ming Li remained in the city.
Bored, Ming Li pulled out a wine jar, took a sip, and then floated onto the city wall.
The two armies were fiercely engaged in battle. As Ming Li was halfway through her drink, she heard the system in her space suddenly speak, "Host, are you going to make a move?"
Ming Li: "Depends."