A bamboo tube was opened. Inside were tea leaves, their edges slightly yellow—the Golden Rock Cloud Mist from Golden Rock Mountain. This tea had been picked by Princess Xingyue and Weiyu themselves on the back mountain after returning from Huixian Lake three days ago, then pan-fried by their own hands. Tea personally made by a royal princess was likely one of a kind throughout the Nine Countries and Thirteen Provinces.
Boiling water was poured into the teacup, and the leaves slowly unfurled in the water...
A wisp of breeze slowly drifted out. Within it, Princess Xingyue slowly raised her head. "From where you are sitting, you can see a pavilion. Don't you want to go see her?"
Lin Su shifted his gaze slightly and saw the Marquis of Zhenbei's Estate. The pavilion she meant was precisely where Young Lady Hong Ye often sat. He understood the meaning behind Xingyue's words. "Next time."
He had not said he would not go, but neither had he said he would. What he said was "next time"!
"A single 'next time' may be just an offhand remark to you, but do you know what it means to her?" Princess Xingyue sighed softly.
"It means... what?"
"It means a persistence with no direction in sight. It means a flower bud that does not know whether it can wait for spring to arrive." Princess Xingyue said, "Persistence is not frightening. What is frightening is having no direction. Flower buds are wondrous things in the Mortal World, but a bud that does not know whether it can wait for spring is lost in utter bewilderment."
Lin Su understood...
She was talking about Hong Ye!
He had never made Hong Ye any promise. She did not know whether there was any possibility between them. She had turned down