In the fourth year of Yonghui's reign, I became a lowly concubine who was falsely accused by my aunt.
The bamboo cage enters the water, and the memory of the past life is suddenly unlocked——
As a tycoon in the Chinese wine industry, I smiled when I looked at Chang'an's coarse brewed wine.
Three months later, the imperial family offered a cup of "immortal drunkenness" that was hard to find, and the poet Li Bai bowed down for me.
The aunt-in-law knelt down with a gift and begged to separate the family: "Concubine... No, sir, please leave a way for the family to survive!"
I shook the glass cup and chuckled: "The rules of the Tang Dynasty's wine industry are now made by me."
