On the cold night, the moonlight was bleak, spilling waterfall-like chill across the ground. Outside Yama King's Hall, moonlight shone; within the hall, lamplight flickered, reflecting a plain-clothed figure.
After an unknown length of contemplation, Ning Chen had yet to say a single word before the council table. Thoughts continuously flashed through his eyes as he considered a solution.
Before long, Mu Chengxue arrived carrying freshly brewed tea. After pouring a cup, she placed it before him.
Ning Chen unconsciously picked up the tea and took a sip. A moment later, his expression jolted, and he came back to himself. Looking at the person before him, he asked in confusion, "You brewed this tea?"
Mu Chengxue nodded gently. "I learned it from Fan Lingyue back then."
"No wonder."
A trace of realization crossed Ning Chen's face. This familiar flavor was indeed very similar to the tea Fan Lingyue had brewed in the pavilion back then.
When it came to brewing tea, Fan Lingyue deserved to be called the finest under heaven.
There were always people in this world who, no matter what they did, left others eating their dust. Ning Chen understood Fan Lingyue's terrifying nature more clearly than anyone. Someone even heaven envied—since coming into this world, she was the only one he had ever seen. He also hoped she would be the only one.
"If you cannot think of anything, rest for a while before thinking again," Mu Chengxue said calmly as she refilled his tea.
"There is a way, but I need to weigh the gains and losses carefully. This concerns the safety of those within the realm. I cannot make a mistake," Ning Chen said softly.
"The safety of the realm is not something you alone can bear. Do all that man can, then heed Heaven's