Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Tang Ling had been in Yuanjing for five days. Aside from a thrilling first night, the rest of the day had been peaceful and tranquil, as calm as a cold pond, frozen and still. Cao Weishan had reported the incident at Wanqinzhai to His Majesty, but nothing had happened since. Zhao Yi's leg was broken, and the eldest princess practically followed Cao Weishan's report to His Majesty the next morning. The Xingluo Guards were unable to uncover what was happening in the imperial study, only knowing that the eldest princess had not left the Zhao residence since leaving.

Just as Qi Xiao had hoped, the incident at Wanqinzhai seemed to have never happened. No one in the court dared to mention it, and even Tang Ling was completely forgotten overnight. On the contrary, rumors swirled in the streets, raging and intensifying. The reason was simple: Zhao Yi's leg had been broken, and he could no longer roam the capital, but Tang Ling remained unscathed, wandering the city day and night, visiting chess pavilions, painting studios, calligraphy studios, and tea houses. Wherever she went, she seemed to be walking on a brilliant light, embodying the very essence of elegance and refinement.

Qi Xiao passed by Qinxin Tea House and gradually slowed down his pace. His way was blocked by the crowded crowd and he couldn't help but stop.

"Hey? Why are there so many people? Let me go and take a look." Bai Xiqiao was confused. He already knew that the East Market Street District was very bustling, but he had never seen such a crowded situation. There were no carriages blocking the road ahead, so why were there so many people that people couldn't move?

Bai Xiqiao had only taken a few steps when he heard people around him talking: "This Zhou crown prince is so extravagant! How come he even let the Jingji Protectorate take over the entire tea shop for him? Is he going to let people do business?"

"Haven't you heard? The news about Wanqinzhai has spread everywhere."

"I heard that the Crown Prince of Zhou beat up the master of the Zhao family. After beating him up, is he still afraid of retaliation from the Zhao family? Does he need the Protectorate to send troops for protection?"

"What? Two days ago, Young Master Tang went to Liuyun Art Studio to visit Mr. Song Xiaosong. With just a quick glance, he drew a picture of a maid serving tea, and even Mr. Song praised it. Coincidentally, Miss July also went to Liuyun Art Studio that day, so Young Master Tang painted a beautiful picture for her. Wow, it was absolutely amazing! Now, this beautiful picture hangs in Wanqin Studio, and it's already fetched a whopping six hundred taels of gold!"

"Ah?! Is this really true?"

"Oh no! How many days have you not been out of the house? There are even more outrageous things!"

"What else? What else?"

"The Zhou crown prince's extraordinary talent has spread throughout the capital of Yuan. There were rumors earlier that he was going to select a concubine for the seventh prince. Now, many young ladies want to have Young Master Tang paint their portraits. Yesterday, they cornered him in the chess viewing pavilion and almost got into a fight."

"That's impossible. How can we start a fight over something that's just a painting?"

"Haha, that's because you haven't seen Young Master Tang's appearance. He's so handsome and charming that all those young ladies don't want to marry the Seventh Prince after seeing him!"

"All the young ladies are from prestigious families, so of course they wouldn't behave inappropriately in public. It's just that the chess pavilion is a favorite place for the children of aristocratic families. Losing the game is embarrassing, and somehow a disagreement led to a quarrel, and even brought people from the Jingji Protectorate..."

"Of course, nowadays, how could Lord Cao dare to wander around with Master Tang? He just sent someone to follow him."

“…What the hell is this!”

Bai Xiqiao listened to all this chatter and frowned. What was Tang Ling trying to do? The road ahead was difficult, and Bai Xiqiao, no longer crowded, simply turned back, preparing to take Qi Xiao on a detour. But when he returned to where he had been, Qi Xiao was gone.

Bai Xiqiao looked around for a moment, feeling a little anxious. Suddenly, he turned around and saw Zong Sheng waving at him from the entrance of an alley not far away.

Bai Xiqiao trotted over and asked, "Why are you alone? Where's Xiao'er?"

"Master asked us to wait here."

"Wait? Where did he go?"

Zong Sheng glanced in the direction of the crowd and pointed to Baixi Bridge.

"Qinxin Tea House?! How can he get there with so many people surrounding him?"

Qi Xiao naturally climbed over the eaves and walls and climbed in through the window.

"Click." With a light sound, the window of the private room on the second floor of the teahouse was opened. Qi Xiao jumped in, startling Huang Zexian. When Tang Ling saw that it was him, she immediately stopped being surprised and raised the corners of her mouth instead.

"What a coincidence." Qi Xiao sat down on the table cross-legged without any hesitation, "I'm a little thirsty."

Tang Ling smiled gently, and easily brewed a cup of tea for Qi Xiao and placed it in front of him.

Qi Xiao took it, took a sip, and nodded: "Not bad. Green tea from Qi?"

"Your Highness is knowledgeable and experienced." Tang Ling smiled and called Qi Xiao "Your Highness."

Qi Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Excuse me, young marquis, I just guessed."

The two of them chatted back and forth, as if Huang Zexian didn't exist. Huang Zexian simply stood up and quietly retreated.

"You knew I was coming?"

Tang Ling also raised her eyebrows like Qi Xiao: "I guessed it."

"Okay, that's a good guess."

Tang Ling wandered around the capital of Yuan Dynasty, attracting attention in every way. When she went out today, she was accompanied by people from the Capital Protectorate, and she seemed afraid that no one would know about it. However, the teahouse was cleared out. Who would have thought that Qi Xiao would come and go quietly under the noses of people from the Capital Protectorate.

Tang Ling picked up another saucer of tea from the table, brewed another pot, and brought the second cup to Qi Xiao: "Try it."

"Are you testing me? I might be able to fool you when we're drinking, but forget about tea tasting. I can't pretend to be so elegant." Qi Xiao glanced at Tang Ling, and his words clearly meant that Tang Ling was putting on airs, but Tang Ling was not angry.

"Didn't you guess very accurately just now?"

"It's well known that Qi is a country rich in tea, and oolong tea is the most outstanding. Someone as graceful as Zi Yi would be the best, so I made this guess."

Tang Ling was suddenly amused by Qi Xiao's compliment. "This is also Qi's green tea, but the tea-producing season is different."

"Can you taste this?" Qi Xiao was really curious.

"Just try it and you'll know."

Qi Xiao held the teacup in his hand, sniffed the tea, took another sip, and then returned to his first cup to take a sip. He frowned and said, "Hmm...it does seem slightly different, but I can't quite pinpoint the difference."

Tang Ling smiled. She felt that when Qi Xiao was being sneaky and not acting like the King of Chu, he seemed more like the person he should be at his age: lively, cheerful, straightforward and cute. When they sat opposite each other, it was as if they were friends who had known each other for a long time.