In the Fuqu Attic, Zhao Qixuan slouched over the flowery armchair, his lips stretched into a small smile. "Little Jing, from the second we entered this attic, I can tell that you're uneasy. What are you nervous about?"
Helian Jing peeled his eyes away from the door he was anxiously staring at. "Why on earth would I be nervous?"
Helian Jing took a drink from his cup, trying to cover his agitation. He took a big sip, forgetting that the tea was just made seconds ago with boiled water. The drink scalded his tongue and he jumped up, spilling the tea all over his clothes in the process.
"Who… Who made this tea? Are you trying to burn me?"
The waiter in the compartment, Little Lu, hurriedly came over to help the prince. He sounded absolutely terrified as he said, "Young Royal Highness, that wasn't my intention. I am so sorry."
"Get off me!" Helian Jing pushed Little Lu away irritably.
