Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 451 - 245 Joyful Oblivion_2

Chapter 451: Chapter 245 Joyful Oblivion_2

Qian Sangui shook his head and said, "Ming Wa has offended the distinguished guest; I’m afraid he will take his anger out on Ming Wa." Then, he addressed the two of them, "Yixiu, why are you here too? Quickly, quickly, you both go back. If the distinguished guest wants to kill or beat someone, let grandpa take it; don’t involve yourselves."

Qian Yixiu laughed and said, "Mr. Pan and I have had dealings in Capital City; I understand him quite well. Although he is not one to smile or speak without a cause, he is a decent man. He won’t kill or beat anyone. Grandpa, please go back. I guarantee that after he drinks this cup of tea, all his anger will dissipate..."

Qian Sangui trusted his granddaughter more, and seeing her speak with such confidence, he finally left the courtyard, looking back with every three steps he took.

Qian Yijin, seeing his sister dressed so beautifully and charmingly, was somewhat unhappy, and with a pout, he said, "Sister, why are you dressed so nicely in the middle of the night? You go back too; I’ll go make tea for them." As he spoke, he tried to take the tea set from Qian Yixiu’s hands.

Qian Yixiu dodged his hand and said, "Brother, there are particular ways to make tea." Seeing Qian Yijin’s eyes widen and his mouth pout even higher, she helplessly said, "Brother, come and learn with me. After you learn, I’ll let you make tea for them."

She had the servants here heat the water in the copper pot with charcoal and led Qian Yijin towards the eastern wing room where Mr. Pan was staying. As soon as they reached the entrance, they saw Old Duke Liang and Mr. Yu sitting in armchairs, deep in an animated conversation—it was clearly a case of old acquaintances in a foreign land.

Qian Yijin quickly whispered in his sister’s ear, "I just heard Grandpa Liang addressing our teacher as Imperial Censor Yu, also mentioning that he used to be a Libationer."

Qian Yixiu felt a thrill of delight upon hearing that; it turned out that Mr. Yu had quite a background. She and the little boy had indeed stumbled upon a treasure. Only the head of the Imperial College was called Libationer, equivalent to a university president in a past life. Students personally taught by the president were at least post-doctoral fellows.

They entered the room and bowed to Old Duke Liang, Mr. Yu, and Prince Consort Pan, then placed the tea set on the small table next to the reclining bed. The two of them stood properly at the side, with Qian Yixiu even posing like a celestial maiden.

Prince Consort Pan sat alone on the reclining bed, having already taken his bath. With wet hair draped loosely, he donned a pure white silk robe with wide sleeves and crossed collar. His face was somber, his lips pressed into a thin line; he did not engage with the two who were deep in conversation.

At that moment, his elegant aloofness made him seem like a banished immortal, not of this world.

It was only when he saw the young brother and sister enter did his expression slightly improve. The delicate features and ethereal grace of this gently swaying beauty were irresistibly endearing...

Qian Yixiu gathered from the conversation between Old Duke Liang and Mr. Yu that Mr. Yu apparently had opposed the Emperor’s treatment of Prince Ning years ago, remonstrating with the Emperor for being "inhumane and unjust." The Emperor did not heed the advice and even rebuked him. In a fit of indignation, following the example of some Imperial Censors, Yu contemplated a bloody protest in the Golden Hall but was stopped and thrown out. Ashamed and angry, he resigned from his office...

Qian Yixiu thought that the current Emperor was still quite reasonable; he merely threw Mr. Yu out without killing him for the crime of "lèsemajesté."

In no time at all, Zi Zhu arrived, carrying a small Copper Shell, followed by two Servants carrying basins.

Qian Yixiu first washed her hands in one basin, then sat across from Prince Consort Pan and sanitized the tea set by placing it in the basin filled with hot water.

This was a set of white jade porcelain tea set with plum blossom decorations, thin as paper, clear as a mirror, ringing like chime stones, and lustrous like jade; she had bought it last year in Capital City.

She scooped the tea leaves into the Jade Porcelain Tea Shell with a teaspoon, filling it to one-third, then received the Copper Shell from Zi Zhu and poured water into the teapot.

To brew the tea, she elevated the teapot high, pouring water from a great height so that the leaves would tumble and spread out in the pot, allowing the flavor of the tea to fully infuse.

After the tea was brewed, she poured the tea broth into a slightly larger tea cup; at this point, the optimal distance between the spout of the teapot and the tea cup was to be as low as possible to prevent the aroma of the tea from dissipating ineffectively. Despite this, the rich, sweet scent of the tea still wafted through the air.

The others stopped speaking as soon as Qian Yixiu began making the tea and watched her fluid movements without blinking an eye.

As soon as she poured the first brew of tea, she immediately made a second brew and mixed it in the tea cup with the first. Above the tea cup, a misty vapor lingered, through which the gilded brilliance of the tea broth could be seen.

Qian Yixiu divided the tea broth from the tea cup among the jade porcelain cups and had the little boy serve the tea to the guests.

Qian Yijin offered the first cup to Prince Consort Pan and bowed deeply, apologizing once more on behalf of his younger brother. He then served Old Duke Liang and Mr. Yu in turn.