Yin Zhan did not speak but lifted the wine jar, toasting Ji Heng from afar, and then he tipped his head back, downing the wine until the jar was empty.
Ji Heng smiled as he raised his glass in return, his movements elegant and composed, a stark contrast to Yin Zhan's roughness. The two presented a curious harmony despite their differing demeanors.
"Yin Zhili must be preparing to raise an army by now," Ji Heng said, emptying his glass and setting it down nonchalantly. "Let me think, tonight in addition to me, there's the Empress Dowager in the palace, and the Emperor is like a tiger that has lost its teeth, at your mercy. Yin Zhili can raise troops from Qingzhou, and with the Yangtze River as a boundary, even if Yanjing can't be taken at once, he can establish a new dynasty in South Yan. I'm just not sure what title the Prince of Xia County will have—is the emperor's seat meant for him or for Yin Zhili?"
