Li Sheng smiled at him and it was quite some time before he sighed, saying, "Before I came here, I had already guessed that you might not be willing to accept this imperial decree, but why don't you open it and take a look?"
The beardless Smiling Tiger emphasized with a smile:
"This decree is to appoint you as the Duke of the State."
Wang Anfeng lowered his gaze and did not reply, but bent down, grabbed the now empty wine jar, shook it slightly, then turned around, headed towards the inn, and said:
"There's no more wine, I'll go get another jar."
By the time he came out again, in the courtyard where the moonlight was cool and clear as water, Li Sheng in his black clothes was no longer visible; only two coarse pottery wine bowls were set by the low wall.
Wang Anfeng seemed not to feel surprised, walked to the low wall, and filled both wine bowls with liquor.
