Inside Qingjing Hall, Lu Mingshu took a seat opposite Ye Huan.
Ye Huan's young disciple Xu Jiao served tea, giggling as she said, "Master, this is the Golden Flower Tea that Senior Sister Feng brought back from Mingxia State last time. Please have a taste."
Lu Mingshu looked down and saw that the tea leaves in the cup, soaking in water, bloomed like golden flowers, truly living up to their name.
"Too sweet," said Ye Huan.
Xu Jiao stuck out her tongue, "Isn't it nicer when it's a bit sweeter!"
Unfortunately, her preference didn't represent Ye Huan's, so she could only replace the tea with some reluctance.
After Xu Jiao withdrew, Ye Huan asked, "You're rather a rare visitor these days. Coming to my Qingjing Hall, it can't be just to reminisce, can it?"
It had been more than a year since Lu Mingshu went to Guangling Hermit. During this year, she had stayed indoors; however, everyone was watching her, and there wasn't a high-ranking member who wasn't aware of her circumstances.
