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“Come, have some tea.” Fang Yanting smiled as he gently placed a cup of fragrant tea in front of Chou'er, then filled his own cup before elegantly covering it and taking a delicate sip.
The cold wind blew by, and Fang Yanting couldn't help but cough twice. His wide sleeves fluttered in the breeze, giving him a somewhat sickly yet charming appearance.
On the other hand, Chou'er, who had been rumored to have offended the young master, had been enjoying good food, comfortable lodging, and restful sleep at Fang Residence. Her face had become rounder, and her complexion had improved significantly.
Chou'er had always been one to appreciate beauty, and with a handsome man before her, how could she not admire him?
However, Fang Yanting was quite the bookworm and had a conservative personality. She dared not be too forward and could only pretend to focus on savoring her tea while secretly stealing glances at him.
At that moment, the two were sitting together in a small pavilion.
A few days prior, after escaping from Ling Mansion, Chou'er had run straight to Fang Yanting for refuge. Initially, he had firmly refused to take her in, but after she turned the events in the woods upside down and shifted the blame onto others, he ultimately agreed. It was understandable; after all, the young master had failed so miserably that even his friends doubted his integrity.
Since Chou'er had hidden in Fang Residence, the young master had visited once.
At that time, his voice was hoarse as he constantly covered his nose with a handkerchief, while the butler closely followed him without leaving his side.
Chou'er was all too familiar with the discomfort of having a cold and runny nose. So when she overheard the butler deliberately raising his voice to recount how much suffering the young master had endured, she genuinely reflected for two seconds while hiding in a corner. However, it lasted only two seconds.
“Young Master Fang, what kind of tea is this? It smells wonderful.” Chou'er lifted her cup to her nose and took a gentle sniff, her face lighting up with delight.
“This is our homemade Herbal Tea. In spring, we plant various herbs in the backyard. By autumn, we harvest them, dry them out, and brew them with spring water from the back mountain. A bit of rock sugar is added for flavor; it helps dispel dampness and reduce heat.”
As Fang Yanting spoke, he picked up the teapot to refill Chou'er’s cup. For some reason, his hand suddenly trembled, and tea splashed everywhere, with a few drops even landing on Chou'er's clothing.
"Oh dear!" Fang Yanting quickly set down the teapot, his face filled with apologies. "I’m so sorry, my hand..." He hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, intending to offer it to Chou'er for wiping, but in his fluster, he accidentally knocked over the teapot again, causing tea to spill all over the table.
"It's fine, I'm fine. But what about you... are you okay?" Chou'er looked at Fang Yanting's trembling hands with concern. Instinctively, she reached out to check his forehead, worried he might have a fever. However, Fang Yanting recoiled as if burned, quickly avoiding her touch.
At that moment, the young servant A Qing rushed over and steadied Fang Yanting. "Young Master, you should return to your room and rest."
"Is this really nothing?" Chou'er thought to herself, puzzled. She intended to follow them to see what was going on, but as she lifted her foot, she felt something under it.
Bending down to pick it up, she discovered it was Fang Yanting's small pouch, which must have fallen from him in the chaos.
The pouch felt soft in her hands, and Chou'er thought it surely didn’t contain money.
Driven by curiosity, she was about to open it when suddenly someone snatched it from her grasp.
"This is the Young Master's pouch," A Qing said expressionlessly, his tone as cold as ice.
Chou'er realized that taking someone else's pouch was inappropriate. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she quickly explained, "I saw the pouch fall on the ground and thought I would pick it up to return it to Young Master Fang."
A Qing gave a slight bow and replied with measured politeness, "Thank you for your kindness, but the Young Master has already taken his medicine and is resting. It wouldn’t be appropriate for an unmarried woman to enter a man's room. Perhaps you should visit tomorrow instead."
A Qing’s reasoning was sound, leaving Chou'er momentarily speechless.
I never expected that A Qing, besides having a handsome yet cold face, also possessed quite the eloquence.
Once A Qing had walked away, Chou'er slowly opened her palm to reveal some powder that had fallen from her pouch. Bringing it closer to her nose, she inhaled gently, and a faint scent of sulfur immediately filled the air.
"Another batch of Wushi San!" Chou'er couldn't help but widen her eyes, her suspicions growing even stronger.
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