"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Yang Qing and Bu Er were talking when they heard someone outside applaud and laugh. "Excellent! Mr. Yang, you truly have admirable courage!"
Someone lifted the carriage curtain from outside, and Mo Yi, the second prince, slowly stepped inside.
"Since you are here, make yourselves at ease. Besides, with me here, no one will dare harm you. You may rest assured."
Mo Yi looked at Yang Qing. "Mr. Yang, since you have traveled a thousand miles to our Western Regions, it is only right that I, a member of the Western Regions Royal Family, entertain my guests."
The carriage carrying Yang Qing and the others was escorted all the way into the Second Prince's Residence, where Mo Yi lived.
"Mr. Yang, you had not even washed away the dust of your journey before you were unjustly imprisoned. Our Western Regions have been remiss in our hospitality."
Yang Qing waved a hand. "Why would Your Highness say that? You make me feel quite unworthy."
"No need for modesty, Mr. Yang. There is something I do not understand, and I would like to seek your advice."
Yang Qing smiled. "We have only just arrived and dare not claim any merit. What would Your Highness like to know?"
Seated at the head of the room, Mo Yi suddenly smiled and gestured toward the tea before them. "There is no hurry. Please have some tea, Mr. Yang."
Yang Qing lifted his teacup and raised it toward Mo Yi in a toast. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness!"
As the tea entered his mouth, Yang Qing's brow twitched. This tea...
Jiang Zhizhou, Bu Er, and Pei Buji, seated below him, also drank the tea, and the same faint puzzlement stirred in their hearts. This tea seems rather familiar?
Seeing their reactions,