Behind the tea table sat a young man dressed in white as snow.
His skin was fair, a smile graced his lips, and his long hair was also pure white, simply held up with a plain white jade hairpin. Although his attire was modest, he seemed as though he was dressed in the most splendid and noble ceremonial robes, his entire demeanor exuding an indescribable nobility and refined elegance.
"Please, sit. The tea I just brewed, this 'Heart Snow,' is a rare and fine tea. Qi Zhewu, you are in for a treat."
The white-haired young man's movements as he brewed the tea were filled with grace, and his smile was warm and inviting, as if he were hosting an old friend he had not seen in years.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for the tea," Qi Zhewu said, sitting down somewhat anxiously.
"It's just a cup of tea."
The white-haired young man shook his head with a smile, personally handing Qi Zhewu a cup of tea.
