Having ascended to the second floor, they didn't choose a private room but sat down at a spot by the window instead.
Even sitting here was just the same.
In the Capital, even the commonest folk had seen nobles, and just by looking at Fourth Master's clothes, one could tell he was of imperial lineage.
And that gentleman dressed in plain clothes must be of even higher status; naturally, no one dared to approach them.
Therefore, even sitting by the window was a quiet place, convenient for talking.
The shopkeeper personally attended to them, serving a pot of aged Pu'er tea alongside several plates of pastries.
They couldn't compare to the delicacies in the palace, but they were just as sophisticated and tasty.
Fourth Master truly was... a bit hungry, having only had a bite at the Ministry of Revenue at noon and not feeling well after that.
The Crown Prince took a sip of tea, "On regular days, I drink green tea, but it's not bad to change flavors occasionally."
