Unfortunately, the ratio of food to wine the sect leader of this realm consumes is greatly imbalanced. It isn't necessarily because he doesn't eat- he does- he just drinks.. a lot. The fact that he's still not completely drunk off his gourd is likely a bad, quiet sign of how often this might actually happen when he's alone. He didn't have this much tolerance once upon a time, after all. He was no Wei Wuxian at Cloud Recesses!

Regardless of Huaisang's desire to keep things light, Wanyin is quiet for a spell and his expression turns darker instead. "After everything I've done for him- raised him, given to him, set him up in his tower, he brings.." He shakes his head like he can barely even say the word. "He brings a paid whore to my wedding. A prostitute."