Wen Zhi was at a loss, "Madam, what are you talking about? Who is Han Xiangying?"
"Silly Zhizhi."
Chong Wanyin tenderly caressed Wen Zhi's cheek, "Do you actually believe Hexing when he says he wants to take you to see his mother? You don't even know that his mother's name is Han Xiangying."
Wen Zhi lowered her head, "I never asked because I heard his mother had passed away and many people can't find her grave."
Chong Wanyin said coolly, "I can't find it either."
Wen Zhi looked up again.
At this moment, Zhao Qin brought in the flower tea that Chong Wanyin drank every afternoon.
This flower tea wasn't just made from one kind of flower; it was a mix of various edible flowers dried and ground into powder, made into tea bags, completely handcrafted, fragrant and delicious, and even more nourishing for the complexion than the teas available on the market.
"Madam, Miss Wen Zhi, please enjoy your tea." After placing the teacups down, Zhao Qin withdrew to the side.
