On the way back, even Yan Wanqing felt embarrassed and kept apologizing to Huai Yu.
It was her unreliable master's fault, accepting a worship invitation but liking to stand the other party up.
Huai Yu seemed somewhat disheartened, but still maintained his good temper.
As Yan Wanqing poured hot tea, just as she was about to hand it to Huai Yu, the carriage suddenly jolted at that moment, causing her to lurch forward due to inertia, spilling the entire pot of tea over Huai Yu.
She had never felt so embarrassed in her life.
Yan Wanqing looked at Huai Yu, who sat stunned beneath her, saw his cheeks flush red, and couldn't help but scramble up in a fluster.
"I'm so, so sorry, Young Marquis, are you alright?" Seeing his clothes stained with dark tea marks, she felt even more remorseful.
Huai Yu appeared even more nervous than she was, his cheeks so red they almost bled.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine once I change clothes."
