The next day, the weather cleared, but Yan Qing seemed to have no interest in going out to play. Seeing that Ling Hua was heading to the study, he listlessly followed her there to while away the time.
On this occasion, naturally, there was no care from Sun Mingyu in serving tea. Ling Hua didn't have it, Yan Qing didn't have it, nobody did.
Lin Feiyuan and Cui Yanshu sipping tea brewed by the servants were still not quite used to it, but Yan Qing was in a surprisingly good mood. After sitting down, he glanced at Yun Luo, who got the hint immediately and dashed off to make tea, thinking to himself that the young Marquis really knew how to infiltrate every corner; what was so bad about Sun Mingyu making tea? It was just a cup of tea after all; he was being far too petty.
Yan Qing, of course, didn't know about Yun Luo's inner mocking of his pettiness. In his own territory, he was very territorial and overbearing, refusing to allow others to have a finger in the pie.
