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In a secluded little garden in the main city of the Tang Tribe, all kinds of rare flowers and medicinal herbs vied with one another in beauty. Waves of pleasant medicinal fragrance drifted across two streets, soothing both body and mind.

Beneath the pavilion in the garden, Consort Ji was drinking tea with her niece, Tang Yao, using porcelain and tea leaves sent by the Han Tribe.

"Consort Ji, these cups and teapots are so pretty. If only they were a little bigger, they could be used to water flowers." Fourteen-year-old Tang Yao wore a pale-yellow dress. She held the teapot and danced lightly around the garden as she spoke.

The yellow dress was made from silk-and-hemp cloth sent by the Han Tribe, and its style followed the Han Tribe's left-overlapping collar design. It was not that Tang Yao particularly liked dressing that way. The Tang Tribe had no proper experience in making clothes, much less the Han Tribe's clear-cut standards. Since the Han Tribe provided them with an example, they naturally followed along.

Consort Ji pressed the lively and restless Tang Yao down onto a wooden stool, took the teapot from her hands, and began questioning her.

"Yao, do you remember everything I told you?"

"I know, I know. I'm just going to that Han Tribe to learn as many good things as possible. If they're willing to teach us, even better. If they want us to exchange things for them, as long as it isn't too excessive and the things are especially useful to us, I can agree to it. That's right, isn't it?" Tang Yao repeated impatiently.

She was very clever. Ever since she was little, she had been the kind of quick-witted girl who never forgot anything she saw and took everything she heard to heart.