Ferocious beasts are invading, I can hear the voices of all the beasts!

Chapter 261 The Disgusting Smell

Song Tiantian moved quickly, but tried her best to remain elegant. After all, this was a tea ceremony performance for aristocratic children, which required real skill.

Song Tiantian had already asked the system to open the Beast Codex. She didn't know the Ninth Young Master's tastes, but that didn't matter, as the Ninth Young Master's pets' tastes were recorded in great detail in the Beast Codex.

The Ninth Prince's pet beast is the Crimson Feather Phoenix, which likes to eat the fruit of the parasol tree.

Song Tiantian didn't have any sycamore fruits, but there were sycamore leaves here.

She quickly used her spiritual power to extract the purest spiritual energy from the paulownia leaves and then mixed it into the tea leaves.

Song Tiantian's fingertips hooked the rim of the celadon covered bowl, her wrist slightly raised, and as she poured water from the high pot, the water flowed like silver threads.

Spring buds unfurled like jade fish in boiling water. Song Tiantian gently tapped the cup with her index finger, the crisp sound startling the rising tea steam. Her half-curled eyelashes drooped, as if listening to the soft sound of new leaves colliding with the white porcelain.

The Ninth Prince narrowed his eyes upon seeing this scene; it was rather interesting.

This tea has a completely different character from the previous ones; one is heavenly, the other is earthly.

Even the stench wasn't so noticeable at this moment.

Beauty is in the bones but not in the skin.

The Ninth Prince suddenly remembered this sentence.

That old girl must have some skill to have lived this long.

The teapot's pouring arc resembled the moon rising over the eastern mountains. The amber tea slid across the crackled enamel cup, carrying a wisp of sandalwood mixed with the scent of moss after the rain. The slender hand holding the cup suddenly paused in mid-air. Just as the cup was about to open, her orchid-like curled index finger trembled—it was tea smoke condensing into droplets, winding down the mutton-fat jade bracelet on Song Tiantian's wrist, falling into the dark rosewood tea tray and spreading like ink plum blossoms.

The aroma of tea truly began to waft up at this moment. The top notes were the scent of cold plum blossoms, permeated by snow water after three rounds of brewing. Surprisingly, the middle notes revealed the fragrance of paulownia trees. One was the extreme cold of snow, and the other was the paulownia tree, capable of being reborn from the ashes. These two forces, according to common sense, should not be able to collide.

But Song Tiantian was able to perfectly blend these two flavors together.

When Song Tiantian handed him the teacup, the Ninth Prince surprisingly did not find it offensive and chose to pick it up.

The Ninth Prince took a sip, and a hint of astringency from the rocky vines seeped into the clear tea, but it turned into a mouthful of clear bamboo dew as it returned to his throat.

After handing another cup to the Ninth Prince's pet beast, Song Tiantian then scooped the remaining leaves into the teacup. The moment the water rippled and shattered the reflection, the lingering aroma of tea still hung on the tea table, as if someone had cut a corner of the mountain mist and locked it in this delicate white porcelain cup.

After doing all this, Song Tiantian bowed, then walked demurely to Chunyue's side, helped Chunyue up, and stood beside her.

This is how Ninth Prince came to notice Chunyue.

Looking into Chunyue's helpless eyes, it was like a piece of broken glass, shattered into countless sparkling fragments, fragile yet dazzling.

If Song Tiantian had Chun Yue's looks, and no unpleasant odor, that would be perfect.

But this is fine too, and since Chun Yue and Song Tiantian are from the same place, he can try to get some information out of Chun Yue and find out about Song Tiantian's background.

Song Tiantian's skills are extraordinary; what if the other brothers found out?

Even he might not be able to keep him.

But it would be different if Chunyue were to provide cover.

The Ninth Prince quickly came up with an idea.

This old woman is quite capable!

The stench emanating from her is probably due to a special constitution, perhaps a natural "tea body." Actually, if you smell it closely, it's not that bad; in fact, when mixed with the aroma of tea, it actually smells quite pleasant.

Chiyu Huangwu lowered his head and finished drinking all the tea leaves in the teacup.

It usually enjoys drinking tea and is quite picky about its taste, but it couldn't find a single fault with Song Tiantian's tea. This girl actually knew to offer it a cup of tea, something most people never did. It's clear Song Tiantian is polite and well-mannered; she must come from a distinguished background and be quite knowledgeable.

“Master, actually this old girl isn’t that old. It’s good that she doesn’t talk. I don’t like those noisy girls who chatter all day long. Actually, after looking at her for a while, she’s not that ugly. Let’s keep her. At least she’s quite polite and knows to bow to me.”

The Crimson Feather Phoenix Crow is usually silent.

But at this moment, it spoke up and pleaded for Song Tiantian.

“Since Xiao Wu likes this old girl, then let her stay! Steward Wang, have the royal physician prescribe some medicine to see if it can get rid of her odor.”

When Steward Wang saw that the Ninth Young Master had drunk the tea brewed by Song Tiantian, he knew that Song Tiantian was safe.

As he spoke, Ninth Young Master walked up to Song Tiantian, but his gaze was fixed on Chunyue. He gently lifted Chunyue's chin with his fingertips and asked her, "What's your name?"

"My name is Chunyue."

Chunyue said, trembling slightly. She was terrified. This was the first time she had been beaten by Steward Wang, and in front of so many people. Her ribs were still aching.

"Chunyue, what a beautiful name, it suits you perfectly. You not only have a face like the moon, but also a beautiful heart. You risked your life to plead for a mute girl from your village. You are so kind. Would you be willing to become my concubine?"

"Son!"

Chunyue raised her head, looking at the Ninth Prince with teary eyes.

He was dressed in fine clothes, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his gait was as leisurely as the wind, as if he were a celestial being who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Chunyue nodded excitedly.

She never imagined that she could become the young master's concubine.

"Alright, from now on you will live in my courtyard, and this mute girl will stay by your side to serve you."

"Why haven't you kowtowed to thank Young Master Jiu yet!"

Manager Wang reminded Chunyue from the side.

In fact, each young master has a limited number of concubines. The Ninth Young Master only has one spot, and he chose Chunyue without even looking at anyone else. This shows that he thinks too highly of Chunyue.

Especially the Ninth Prince. He is not favored, and even if he were, he wouldn't be choosing maids here.

Chun Yue hurriedly bowed to the Ninth Prince, and Song Tiantian had no choice but to follow suit.

This Li family is going too far; they even kowtowed in gratitude.

Did you think it was the emperor bestowing titles upon his concubines?

A mere concubine.

However, she managed to save her life.

Being Chunyue's maid is alright; Chunyue is kind-hearted, and I just managed to fight for her life.

The Ninth Prince immediately pulled Chunyue into his arms, lay down on the chair, and began to continue testing the women's tea skills.

Since Chunyue had already been promoted to concubine, she was naturally exempted from this exam.

The Ninth Prince took a deep sniff of Chun Yue's scent, then glanced disdainfully at Song Tiantian who had followed him over.

He waved his hand, signaling Song Tiantian to stand further away, as the smell was bothering him.