Prince Adrian Dongling (东陵子淳) arrived in a flash. The moment Snowbrew was brought out, Prince Adrian Dongling practically sprinted over, beaming as he greeted Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan (九皇叔). "Uncle, you’re still the best. Whenever there’s good food and drink, you always remember to call me."
"Mm." Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan nodded coolly, clearly not interested in chatting with Adrian. Adrian awkwardly touched his nose and obediently sat down.
Snowbrew was brought out—just three jars. Two were set before Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan (九皇叔), the other in front of the Crown Prince (太子). "Snowbrew is in short supply. If anyone isn’t satisfied, my villa—Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan's estate—has other wines. This Snowbrew is good for the Crown Prince’s health, so he should drink more."
With that, Nolan took the lead and opened the Snowbrew jars on the table.
"Smells amazing."
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The fragrance of the wine filled the air, so rich it made mouths water—everyone was desperate to taste it. The Crown Prince (太子), Prince Adrian Dongling (东陵子淳), Prince Rowan Dongling (东陵子洛), and the others closed their eyes in bliss, savoring the scent of Snowbrew.
"No wonder it’s called the greatest brew under heaven. The aroma alone blows away every wine I’ve ever tasted. After smelling this, I can’t drink anything else." The Crown Prince’s face broke into a smile, his pallor replaced by a healthy flush—he radiated vibrant life, none of his usual sickly look.
"If that’s the case, Crown Brother, just let me have the wine—otherwise, after you drink Snowbrew, you won’t be able to stomach any other wine." Adrian played up his friendly younger-brother act in front of everyone.
The Crown Prince was no Ninth Royal Uncle—he didn't have the luxury of acting proud. Though he was displeased, he kept his tone gentle: "That won't do. Royal Uncle said this Snowbrew is good for my health, so I have to drink a few more cups. He gave it to me specially."
After speaking, he opened the Snowbrew. Only then did everyone realize that the aroma of Snowbrew wasn't the same from jar to jar—the wine in the Crown Prince's and Ninth Royal Uncle's hands each had its own distinct fragrance, and even the two small jars were different. With the Crown Prince's jar as a benchmark, they discovered the scent of Snowbrew only grew richer and more intoxicating...
"This Snowbrew really is magical—no wonder it's called the number one brew under heaven. It deserves it," Terrence Xiling Tianlei half-closed his eyes and praised, unable to resist the overwhelming aroma.
"As long as everyone enjoys it." Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan gently swirled his wine jar, making the fragrance even stronger. The scent burst forth like caged birds suddenly set free, flooding everyone’s senses.
Ninth Royal Uncle poured a cup into a pure silver goblet, raised it to the crowd, and downed it in one go.
He was proving that the Snowbrew was safe—at least, what he drank was fine. Whether anyone else dared to drink was their own business.
Neither the Crown Prince nor Adrian Dongling worried that Ninth Royal Uncle would tamper with the wine. Terrence and Quentin Northlyn trusted him too—Ninth Royal Uncle wasn't the type to pull such a low-level stunt.
So when the servants handed out the wine, everyone raised their cups and drank in one go—except Serena Feng and William Wang Jinling, who quietly poured theirs out.
Serena wanted to drink it too—she was dying to taste Snowbrew. Of all the arts and hobbies, the only one she truly understood was wine. She wasn’t an addict, but hanging out with roughneck soldiers every day, how could she not know how to drink? The aroma of Snowbrew had her wine-worm wriggling like crazy.
She smacked her lips, forcing herself to swallow her drool.