Royal City of Xiqi.
The small courtyard closest to the royal palace.
The style of the courtyard was not ornate, looking just like the home of ordinary commoners.
However,
just by deducing from its geographical location, one could tell that this was definitely not the home of just anyone.
This was, after all, the place closest to the Royal City.
The interior of the courtyard likewise lacked any glittering or translucent decorations, adopting a minimalist style instead.
The doors and windows within the courtyard featured very ordinary patterns and styles, completely devoid of any fancy embellishments.
On the flat ground outside,
the surface was exceptionally even, paved with square bluestone slabs, while a minimalist set of stone tables and chairs occupied the central area.
Right now, two figures sat facing each other by the table, conversing in calm tones.
Both men had white hair; the difference was that one had an aged face with dry, cracked, and pale lips, clearly bearing the appearance of someone whose days were numbered, yet his body faintly radiated an impossible-to-ignore nobility and dominance.
The other man had silver-white hair, but his face looked exceptionally young, with a ruddy complexion and a natural, peaceful aura emanating from his body.
"Sir, the taste of this tea is indeed quite pleasant, leaving a lingering aftertaste."
"If you like it, just take it!"
"How can I take something that someone else loves so much! This isn't proper."
"It's fine, I still have quite a bit of this stuff."
"Then many thanks, sir." The old man with withered hair offered his thanks, then continued.
"Sir, the last ten hexagrams of the I Ching remain unfinished, but I, Ji Chang, will definitely complete them in the rest of these past few months. Rest assured."
"Then I must trouble the King."