The grand manor, seated midway up the mountainside, exuded an air of sheer grandiosity.
Inside the great hall, dragons and phoenixes adorned the walls, while a bronze censer sat at the center, radiating an ancient charm. Tea tables were arranged in front of Situ Yuanhua on the platform, and the mind-soothing fragrance of tea wafted freely through the air.
In front of him was a woman with a cold demeanor, Xu Ruolan, whose delicate features seemed intricately carved from marble, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Her tea cup remained untouched; up to this point, it had been Situ Yuanhua speaking alone, as if he were talking to himself.
"Miss Xu, it seems you do not enjoy tea tasting—that was my oversight," Situ Yuanhua chuckled lightly. With a glance, he signaled someone to come forward and remove the tea table.
"Fortunately, I have prepared a family banquet, and you must grace us with your presence this time!"
