The red candles lit up the lanterns, and Zhou was staring blankly at the dragon embroidery on the cuffs of his wedding dress. The memory of this body emerged intermittently like a low-quality slide—yesterday it was a laboratory of a military industrial institute, and today it is the empress's son-in-law.
"Your Majesty, it's time to drink the wine." The female officer came forward holding a gilt tray. The cloud pattern on the wine cup glowed with a strange green light under the candlelight.
As soon as Zhou Zheng's fingertips touched the edge of the cup, he suddenly retracted like an electric shock: "Wait! This wine..."
