"Ahahahaha... Old Ai, let's drink up this glass!"
At the dinner table, Wang Qi, dressed anew, was downing drinks heartily and persistently urging others to drink more.
Wu Shiqin was confused and sniffed the drink before asking, "Senior Brother Ai, the wine we're drinking now... is it a fine vintage your family has kept for hundreds of years?"
"No, it's bought, at best a twenty-year-old vintage. Given that both my uncle and I don't care much for liquor, they might have even bought new wine."
Ai Changyuan looked at Wang Qi, puzzled. "Old Wang, you seem very... excited?"
"Please call it 'excited'." Wang Qi was already slightly tipsy. With a bit of mana circulating in his system, he sobered up, then burst into laughter again. "Happy! So happy!"
Ai Changyuan looked over at Wu Shiqin. "What happened when I went to turn myself in?"
"I just told him about the establishment of the Zhenhai Navy," Wu Shiqin said with some hesitation.
