Princess Rupert finished speaking, her delicate hand lifted a golden bell, and she turned back to ask the middle-aged craftsman behind her: "Achilles, I've arranged a seat for you, would you like to take a break?"
This was the first time Fang Hong learned the name of the middle-aged craftsman. It seemed he had never introduced himself, perhaps out of humility. Achilles smiled slightly and replied in a rich, deep voice:
"There's no need, please allow me to stand by your side, Your Highness."
Princess Rupert gave a gentle smile, casting a tender, affectionate glance at him.
She turned back and gently shook the golden bell in her hand. The servants once again filed in, carrying silver trays overhead, presenting seven or eight dishes.
