Jinya Pavilion, Pavilion Master's reception hall.
Steam rose from the tea broth. Two tea girls prepared the tea, performed a courteous bow, and quietly stepped away without uttering a single word. Outside of the tea water being served, there was utter silence. These exceptional tea girls were nothing like the common maids posing as tea girls, flaunting themselves flamboyantly or gossiping while brewing tea. Some even intentionally accentuated their curves. It was precisely because of this distinction that employing such tea girls was a privilege reserved only for the rich and powerful.
Taking a small sip of tea, Min Ning felt somewhat restless, struggling to broach the topic of leaving the capital.
