Discussing Politics Over Tea

In the imperial capital, within the inner city, there was a courtyard.

In the garden, inside a pavilion.

"Your Highness, please."

Master Wuheng smiled gently as he slowly poured a cup of tea for Zhu Youji. The amber-colored tea, poured into a pure white cup, released an enchanting aroma that filled the air, bringing a sense of peace and pleasure.

Zhu Youji looked at the tea in the cup and, with a faint smile, said, "The Dahongpao from the mother trees of Wuyi Mountain is divided into Beidou, Qidan, and Queshe. Which type is this, Master Wuheng?"

"Oh? I didn't expect Your Highness to also be a tea lover?" Master Wuheng was somewhat surprised and explained, "This tea is Queshe."

"Brewing Queshe in a jade pot, pouring Longtuan into a golden bowl."

"Good tea!"

Zhu Youji savored a sip and sighed in admiration.

"Your Highness, to be honest, I am very curious, how did you find me?" Master Wuheng refilled Zhu Youji's cup and asked.