The words "Serve me tea" fell with an air of authority. Qin Qingluo's expression was solemn, her tone casual, as if the person before her were merely a servant, naturally bound to pour her another cup of tea.
Chen Yi did not show any anger, nor did he decline. Instead, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "As you command."
He then lifted the teapot, the clear reddish tea pouring from a height into the teacup. The tea was pristine, without a trace of leaves or sediment. Seven-tenths full, the tea was perfect. Chen Yi held the cup with both hands and presented it before Qin Qingluo.
At this moment, his demeanor exuded a hint of deference. Qin Qingluo felt suspicion brewing in her heart, yet she maintained a calm façade as she accepted the tea. Her intent had been to provoke this man, to make him storm off in anger, but to her surprise, he showed little reaction.
"So compliant, are we?" Qin Qingluo sneered coldly as she took the tea.
"At the Princess's behest."
