The night wind swayed the kerosene lamp, and Lao Wang was so frightened by Ye Tian's words that he broke his wine glass. The First Emperor paid a private visit incognito, but was pointed at and scolded by a young man in civilian clothes. Ye Tian raised his head and drank the turbid wine: "Zhao Gao sharpened his knife and waited for you to die. Your Majesty, can you still drink it?" Ying Zheng clenched the rim of the cup tightly, his Adam's apple rolling.
