Looking at the roaring fire in the house and the neatly arranged tea-making utensils, Cang Xilin couldn't help but turn around in surprise:
"Bai Yu, you are really powerful! No matter inside or outside the palace, you are always so shocking!"
He, remember my name?
Bai Yuyue was a little surprised, but she didn't think much about it at the moment, and continued to kneel down and admit her mistake: "This slave deserves to die."
"That's all, Ping Sheng." Cang Xilin found a seat and sat down, "I remember, the first time we met, you rebutted my rebuttal loudly! But the second time we met, you stepped on me!"
Bai Yuyue was sweating heavily, and he knelt down again after standing up: "This slave deserves to die!"
Unexpectedly, this Cang Xilin is quite vindictive.
"You deserve to die," Cang Xilin said lightly, "but it's easy for me to forgive you for the death penalty. Make me a cup of tea, and if I'm satisfied with the taste, I'll forgive you."
Turns out it’s just making tea!
Bai Yuyue quickly stood up: "Yes."
If it's making tea, it won't be a problem for her!
"Your Majesty, please have some tea."
When the warm fragrance of tea spreads out from between the cups, the milky white soup flowers appear, and a light mist suddenly envelopes the Buddhist hall.
Bai Yuyue carefully handed over the cup, but Cang Xilin pursed her lips and did not take it.
"The emperor is worried that the tea is poisonous?" Bai Yuyueque immediately understood what Cang Xilin meant.
She quickly picked up her tea cup and said, "I'll try it first, slave."
As he said that, he put the teacup to his mouth and started to drink.
"Wait a minute." Just as he was about to drink it, he was suddenly interrupted by Cang Xilin, "Even if there is nothing wrong with this tea, how do I know if this cup is as clean as ever?"
"This..." Bai Yuyue put down the cup with a surprised look on his face.
It was obvious that he had just watched him take out a new cup, scald it with boiling water, warm it with tea soup, and wash it twice.
Now he suspects there is something wrong with the cup?
"I want this cup of tea in your hand!"
Cang Xilin's voice was cold, with a tone that could not be argued.
Well, he is the emperor now.
Bai Yuyue had no choice but to give away the cup of tea in her hand.