Morning.
Some flowers in the garden have already bloomed, and those not yet in bloom are budding, with dew drops hanging on the flower branches, looking even more delicately alluring.
A nearby window opened.
Mist billowed in this still chilly season.
Jiang Lan withdrew his gaze from the garden view and glanced at Su Mo, who was making tea on the side.
Unable to resist smacking his lips, he intended to take out his tobacco pouch to light up, hesitated for a moment, then put it down again and opened his mouth:
"When did Your Highness start dabbling in tea ceremonies?
"If you ask me, it'd be better to have a few jars of good wine, you and I drinking together, wouldn't that be delightful?"
Su Mo glanced at his tobacco pouch:
"Go ahead."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Jiang Lan quickly took out his tobacco pouch, filled the pot with tobacco leaves, and then used his inner strength to ignite it.
He took a deep puff, exhaling clouds and mist.
