"Ohhh, Imperial Longjing. That's the most ordinary tea in the palace. I heard the consort rewarded a little palace maid who sweeps the floors with two whole pounds of it just a couple of days ago."
Chu Lange calmly delivered another barbed remark.
"Hehe, but it is already the finest tea in our residence. Please forgive us, Princess."
Madam Sun tugged hard at her sleeve, her chest heaving, yet her face still wore a respectful smile.
Nothing good ever came out of Princess Yongning's mouth, just as she had expected.
Still, despite herself, Madam Sun felt a trace of resentment toward Consort Zheng.
That was Imperial Longjing, yet she had used it to reward a mere palace maid. Wasn't that a little too generous?
As they drank their tea, Chu Lange continued finding fault at every turn.
Jiang Yourning and Little Wukong sat quietly to one side, sipping tea and watching the show.
To Jiang Yourning, this Imperial Longjing didn't seem as good as what she had drunk at the princess's residence yesterday, though it still tasted quite nice.
They hadn't been sitting long before Chu Lange grew restless, as though someone had driven nails into her seat.
"Madam Sun, I don't see much here worth lingering over. Didn't we agree to go see the flowers? Let's go now."
Half an hour had passed without Princess Yongning mentioning money once. That was hardly like her.
Now Madam Sun was completely uncertain.
Could she have been seeing enemy soldiers in every tree and blade of grass? Had the princess really come just to admire the flowers?
"Hehe, since you wish to see them, Princess, I shall take you there. This way, please."
The flowers in the Sun Residence's back garden were indeed blooming beautifully. They were all rare varieties worth a