Feng Wuya glanced at him with some resignation and could only put down the cup.
His gaze inadvertently fell upon the teapot.
Tie Xin couldn't help but say, "Prince, this tea was made with dew collected at dawn's first light, personally gathered by Miss Long from the back mountain for you."
"Furthermore, this infant chrysanthemum had to be picked at midnight, right when the buds were about to bloom, also personally harvested by Miss Long for you."
"I saw Miss Long learning to dry infant chrysanthemums with the doctor two days ago; she must have been preparing them for you to use on the road."
"And also…"
"Are you particularly idle today?"
Feng Wuya's eyebrows knitted slightly as he looked at him.
Tie Xin knew he had said too much, but, well, he felt a bit of regret for Long Xinghe.
They say the human heart is made of flesh; even he, an outsider, was moved, so how could the Prince remain indifferent?