A generation of enchantresses bewitched the harem

Chapter 44
Apart from him, how could there be any man in this palace?How could any man dare to walk around at will?

It seems that he must be afraid that I would find out his identity, so he told me a name at will.And he must have regarded me as a new court lady, my outfit today is indeed not much more "expensive" than Yingyu.

The stories often seen in dramas where the emperor met a court lady and became a confidant or even a favorite concubine did not seem to be made up. I told Xue Yutong earlier, but she just didn’t believe it.

Well, I'll pretend to be this little palace lady, and let your beloved treat me as a confidant first. When I get old, I will definitely use this status to win your favor.

"Sit down, and have tea with me." He sat down at some point, with a tea set in his hand, and was warming a cup, inviting me to sit down with him.

I pretended to be apprehensive and said, "This...doesn't seem so good."

He looked around and said, "What's wrong?" His voice whispered to my ear: "At this time, no one will come nearby."

His breath sprayed on my face, and I blushed for a while, but I couldn't help but sat down following his gesture.

Making tea is my best skill, but this time I didn't ask to make it, I just looked at him stupidly, and lost my mind for a while.He also looked at me calmly, as if he was used to this kind of attention.

I thought fiercely in my heart, Xue Yutong is really lucky to be favored by such a man.

Still, I swear, I'll take the favor back soon.

"Try it." He handed a cup of brewed tea to me, and said, "Guess what kind of tea it is."

I looked back in embarrassment, and held the teacup in my hand.

The emperor is indeed an emperor, even the utensils for making tea are so particular.This kind of tea set looks like fine porcelain from Jingdezhen, and in our Xue family, only our grandmother has the same set.No matter the pattern or workmanship of this porcelain, it is tens of thousands of times more exquisite than ordinary ones.

I lifted it up slowly, presumably this teacup must have made my slender fingers as tender as spring onions.

After a little sniffing, the lid of the teacup was uncovered. The tea leaves were tipped, with the same thickness and sweet fragrance.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this kind of tea is Mao Jian. Since he tested me, it must not be that simple.

(End of this chapter)