Chapter 16: What kind of boring prince are you?
Zhao Yan's mask glinted in the warm glow of the room as he watched Hua Jing spin around with the energy of someone who'd had far too much to drink.
"Now hurry up, Your Highness! I haven't got the whole day!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together with exaggerated impatience.
Zhao Yan arched an eyebrow. "What exactly am I hurrying for?"
"To play, obviously!" Hua Jing shot back, rolling her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Honestly, do you even know how to have fun?"
Zhao Yan sighed, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. "I didn't realize games were part of the evening."
"They are when I'm involved," Hua Jing declared, placing her hands on her hips. "Now sit."
Before Zhao Yan could argue, Hua Jing grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him toward the low table in the center of the room. She plopped herself down with little grace, the alcohol clearly affecting her coordination, and motioned for him to do the same.
"What game are we playing?" Zhao Yan asked, settling down across from her.
"A drinking game," Hua Jing said with a sly grin, holding up one of the porcelain cups from earlier.
Zhao Yan's brow furrowed. "A drinking game?"
"Yes!" Hua Jing said brightly. "It's simple. I ask a question, and if you don't want to answer, you drink."