"We're here."
Lu Ming's voice interrupted her thoughts.
The carriage slowly came to a stop.
The gates of Jixia Academy towered before them.
"Get out."
Lu Ming showed no intention of leaving the carriage.
"Go get the approval finalized."
"Tomorrow, I want to see the craftsmen moving in."
"As for the mechanics class..."
A teasing smile curled across Lu Ming's lips.
"Come talk to me about lessons once you've learned how to make me a cup of tea that suits my taste."
Qian Renxue froze.
She was the Young Master of Spirit Hall, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire.
And she was supposed to make tea for him?
And he even complained that it did not suit his taste?
"Lu Ming, don't go too far!"
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth.
She had personally brewed that cup of tea just now!
Other than Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, no one else in the world had ever tasted tea she had made herself!
Lu Ming ignored her anger.
He merely waved his hand.
As though he were shooing away a fly.
"Remember to change back."
"This appearance may be pleasing to the eye, but at Jixia Academy, it could easily cause a traffic jam."
Qian Renxue shot him a vicious glare.
Golden light flashed around her.
She transformed back into the refined and easygoing Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.
Yet that face was now covered in frost.
With a sweep of her sleeve,
she got out of the carriage indignantly.
Watching Xue Qinghe's departing back, the smile on Lu Ming's face deepened.
This proud little phoenix
was rather fun to tease.
Inside the study.
Lu Ming sat behind a broad desk, holding an ancient book. He appeared to be reading, but his mind had already sunk into the system interface.