Chen Lan and Fan Jian had just been sent away when the toasts started flowing toward Chen Xi. Cups from military generals, civil officials, and noble families—it wasn't long before Chen Xi was already feeling dizzy before even leaving the main hall.
"Lil' Bro, go help Zichuan block some toasts. We can't let Zichuan's lady spend her wedding night alone," Liu Bei said, spying Chen Xi swaying slightly. He slapped Zhang Fei on the back, signaling him to hurry over.
"Sure thing." Zhang Fei laughed heartily as he lugged over a jar of wine and rushed over. There was nothing he enjoyed more than blocking drinks for Chen Xi, after all, both Chen Xi and Liu Bei restricted how much he could drink.
"Ah, third brother, I'm counting on you, I can't handle it anymore." Chen Xi's face was flushed red and slightly swollen; he reached out to lean on Zhang Fei's shoulder, feeling somewhat nauseous.