"Old Qin, I wish you good health,"
Standing in front of Old Qin, Ye Wan substituted tea for wine and offered a cup to Old Qin, "Next time you come to the temple, I'll brew that century-old ancient tree tea for you."
"Agreed! It's a promise!"
"It's a promise!"
As if he heard something delightful, Old Qin laughed and took the cup from Ye Wan, tilting his head back and downing it as if it were liquor.
In the banquet hall, men and women whispered to each other in hushed tones.
"This appearance, this temperament, which family's daughter from the Imperial City is she? Why haven't I seen her before?"
"Such an ethereal and extraordinary figure must be a treasured and delicately nurtured lady. If it were you, wouldn't you hide her like a prized possession? Would you bear to let her flit about like a butterfly outside?"
"That's indeed the case. Speaking of which, it's rare to see Old Qin so pleasant and amiable with a junior. Has he taken a new disciple?"
