Fortunately, Song Lifu was not an impulsive person.
He knew very well how difficult the upcoming actions were, and he even told Lin Xiaosu that if the road ahead was too difficult, one could desist. Even if the journey to Jiangnan ended here, it was already a significant achievement.
Having clarified this bottom line, the following became much easier.
If it works, go ahead; if not, withdraw.
No pressure at all.
Lin Xiaosu gently waved his hand: "Lord Zhang, how about having a cup of tea?"
"Please, Mr. Su!"
The two sat down by the tea table, and Lin Xiaosu lightly flicked his fingers, forming a water curtain.
Zhang Yiran raised his teacup: "Three days ago, Mr. Su's words were filled with deeper meanings that I dared not believe at the time. Today, with the imperial edict delivered, I truly must thank you for your mentorship. Today, tea serves as wine, and I toast you a cup."
