"This lady is..."
Murong Daoye glanced at the woman beside Yuan Qingshan and asked aloud.
"This is my wife, Madam Du."
Yuan Qingshan said, "In my years of wandering, I was fortunate to have her accompany me."
"Greetings to Madam Du."
Murong Daoye nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Madam Du for a moment, deep in thought.
Since ascending the throne, Yuan Qingshan had not yet appointed an empress.
Although he lived a reclusive life, he had heard some rumors.
The three of them took their seats.
The tea leaves were already placed in the teacup.
Murong Daoye picked up the kettle on the table, and within a few breaths, steam began to spew from the spout with a whistling sound.
The water in the pot was already boiling!
Yuan Qingshan's eyes lit up.
This seemingly ordinary skill demonstrated Murong Daoye's deep inner power.
Moreover, to boil water without damaging the kettle showed the subtlety of this power!
