The rain outside the window was getting lighter and lighter, and by now, there was already a vague sense of dawn breaking.
Xu Chang'an finally drank the tea brewed by Qinling, after all, they had been talking for long enough.
Xu Chang'an put down the teacup, savoring the lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, thinking that his Aunt was indeed worthy of being called Aunt. The same tea, brewed by her hand, could at least be enhanced by thirty percent.
Well, after all, Muyu Peak specializes in the Six Arts for Women.
Guqin, Go, Calligraphy, Painting, Singing, and Dancing — mastering tea as a conduit for the Six Arts, demonstrates the importance of tea.
Just what else does his Aunt know from the Six Arts for Women?
Xu Chang'an couldn't quite imagine this Aunt... performing a dance on stage.
"You're drinking tea, just drink tea, why are you staring at me so intently," Qinling felt a bit strange under Xu Chang'an's gaze.
"It's nothing," Xu Chang'an looked away.
