Only after hearing Amon's voice did the prince turn back. Amon was quietly surprised to see the prince's appearance. His hair was unkempt. His eyes seemed drowsy. His clothes were rather messy. He no longer exuded the vibrant and confident temperament Amon remembered.
Huang San smiled the way a drunken man smiled. "Lin Mo…!" He called. "When did you return from the graves? Hey, Xa Jien! Look! Lin Mo's ghost comes to haunt us!"
Amon turned to Xa Jien. Xa Jien shook his head and approached the prince. "Your Highness, you are drunk. You should stop drinking," he said.
Huang San laughed. He yelled, "Nonsense! Maid…! Come and bring wine for my friends here!"
The maid came in. She picked up a tray from a corner of the pavilion, placed two cups and a bottle of wine on it, and came to the table.
"Can I have a cup of cold water?" Amon asked when the maid served him the wine.
