Ye Wen invited Qian Renxue to sit down, then took out a tea set and brewed her a cup of—
milk tea.
Qian Renxue: O_o, what had she done? Why did Lord Ye Wen dislike her so much? In such a serious setting, shouldn't he have offered her a cup of fragrant tea?
At that moment, Ye Wen chuckled and mixed himself a cup of milk tea as well. Seemingly seeing through Qian Renxue's thoughts, he said with a smile,
"Are you wondering why I'm treating you to milk tea instead of some more refined drink?"
Qian Renxue hurriedly shook her head. She understood well that whether thunder or rain, all were bestowed by the sovereign. How could she dare blame Ye Wen? She was merely a little puzzled.
Ye Wen simply took a sip of his milk tea, let out a comfortable sigh, and said, "Don't overthink it. When people are troubled, they should eat more sweet things. It helps ease the knots in their hearts. And you don't need to be so restrained around me. I will leave eventually. In the end, the one with the final say on Douluo Star will be you."
Hearing Ye Wen's comforting words, the tension in Qian Renxue's heart quietly eased somewhat. Yet she did not overstep her bounds, merely sitting there stiffly and drinking her milk tea.
Ye Wen gently shook his head. Prejudice in people's hearts was like a mountain. He had clearly said that he had no intention of controlling this world, yet the weak would always instinctively imagine the worst and then live cautiously beneath the breath of the strong.
But time would prove everything. Ye Wen did not explain further and simply said,
"Regarding your earlier question, I know why you would think that way. The existence