Chapter 4

No one knew who started it, but soon the entire imperial banquet erupted with laughter.

Archie was so mortified he wished the ground would swallow him up. He fumbled to pull up his pants but slipped and plunged face-first into the wine vat in front of him.

His freshly written poem was snatched up by the wind and floated straight into the nearby brazier, instantly reduced to ashes.

Archie was flailing in the wine vat, looking like he was about to drown.

Daryl kept up the act, yelling with exaggerated concern, "What's wrong, Lord Archie? You're the backbone of our…