In the Imperial Capital of Dahua Empire, at the former residence of the Prime Minister, a young man sat opposite the old Prime Minister Chu Muzhou, lifting his teacup to size up the elder beside him.
Chu Muzhou was also sizing up the young man sitting beside him. Both had their own schemes; an old fox and a young fox sat there drinking tea, neither uttering a word for a long time.
After stewing in silence for quite a while, it was Du Jia who spoke first. He sighed and said to Chu Muzhou, "Old Prime Minister Chu... Dahua Empire has no future left. Great Tang Empire admires your abilities and has reserved a suitable position for you... "
"I'm too old and can't withstand any more turmoil..." Chu Muzhou lifted his teacup and took a gentle sip; the fragrant tea rushed to his lungs, the young man's gift was indeed exquisite.
So, he could not help but exclaim, "Good tea."
