“Your Highness.” He Lian Zhang quickly stood up and bowed to pay his respects upon seeing Zong Zheng Lin enter the room dressed in a dark cyan regular attire.

“Why, is the tea not brewed well?” Zong Zheng Lin didn’t immediately instruct him to rise. His gaze fell on the teacup beside his hand, which contained floral tea brewed by Mu Xi Yao with ‘great care’. There was still over half of it remaining. 

It seemed that the head of He Lian House failed to appreciate Mu Xi Yao’s tea-making skills.