"This trash is considered a tribute?"
Xia Zheng disdainfully placed down the cup, shaking his head as if savoring something delicious, "Not to say anything about you, but if you treasure this lousy tea, what would become of you after tasting the tea brewed by my Yuanyuan? Wouldn't you feel as if you're drinking Fairy Dew and Jade Wine?"
The Old Emperor had heard the name Yuanyuan mentioned by Xia Zheng not just once. Not only from Xia Zheng, but Princess Anle and even Consort Shu had spoken of this name by his ear. At first, he didn't take it to heart, but hearing it so often lately, he grew curious about this girl he had never met.
