Qingyun Prefecture.
She had been pacing back and forth outside the gate for quite some time.
"..."
Looking again at the object in her hands, she felt that, heirloom though it was, it somehow wasn't presentable enough.
And yet, for thousands of years, countless factions had coveted this very thing, desperately seeking it without success.
Inside the residence, Chen Mu had long since sensed Yang Hui's presence and prepared to welcome her.
Who would have thought that, in nearly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yang Hui would reach out several times to knock on the gate, only to abandon the gesture halfway?
With no other choice, Chen Mu took the initiative and walked over.
He opened the courtyard gate.
"Greetings, Aunt." Chen Mu cupped his hands.
"No need for such formalities. Little Mu, are you... heading out?" Yang Hui instinctively hid her hands behind her back.
Chen Mu saw through her but said nothing. "Just opening the gate for some fresh air. You know me, Aunt. I don't like going out."
"I see." Yang Hui nodded.
"Did you need something, Aunt?" Chen Mu asked.
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you about Lu Yang." Yang Hui was still wavering and had yet to come clean.
"All right. Please come in, Aunt." Chen Mu stepped aside and gestured for her to enter.
With a twitch of his fingertip, the teapot's lid opened on its own, and Enlightenment Tea was added. A stream of heavenly spring water surged from the large vat beside the Kitchen, wrapped in flames that rapidly heated it.
Once the water poured into the teapot, the flames vanished. It had reached a perfect boil, all in one seamless motion.
Chen Mu poured Yang Hui a cup. "Have some tea, Aunt."
"All right." Yang