"Have a drink."
"...It is an honor."
The amber liquid drew a delicate curve as it filled the empty cup. The fragrance of the wine was intensely aromatic. Although Ji Un-hui usually refrained from drinking, this time he felt compelled to partake. The aroma was that exquisite, and his heart was that troubled.
"Try it."
Ji Un-hui turned respectfully and drank the wine. Indeed, the Six Thousand Heart Wine lived up to its reputation as a fine wine. It was strong, yet it felt as if it was nourishing his body.
"Is it good?"
"It is very good."
"Then that's fine."
Lee Cheon-sang filled his own cup. He drank the same wine he had offered to Ji Un-hui. Yet, this act moved Ji Un-hui deeply. The fact that Lee Cheon-sang drank the wine that had become his own was a touching gesture.
"Who told you?"
The question of whether he knew rose to his throat. He felt a pang of resentment for not being informed. Afraid that his unworthy thoughts might be discovered, Ji Un-hui lowered his head.
"I heard it from the Third Young Master."
Lee Cheon-sang nodded.
"I heard there was quite an interesting event in the outer courtyard."