He Lan Tianxia

"You've been missing for so long, so you were hiding on that little pleasure boat," Murong Junlan thought, feeling like he'd been slapped in the face. He wondered, "If I hadn't come out, would you have stayed hidden on that little pleasure boat your whole life? Is this how you treat your guests, Pavilion Master?"

What a disgrace! Murong Junlan was furious. He didn't want to say another word to the Pavilion Master. He slapped his hand and overturned the bamboo pole on the boat, then unleashed a sweeping attack on the Pavilion Master.

The pavilion master remained calm and poured a cup of tea, then pushed it through the air and presented it to Murong Junlan. He then leaped over the bamboo pole with a slight movement.

This calm and collected demeanor immediately enraged Prince Murong. "You think a cup of tea can resolve our feud? Hmph, you underestimate my magnanimity." Murong Junlan flung the tea away and then unleashed another powerful attack.

The pavilion master pushed the teacup over again, making a gesture of invitation, his face still showing his calm and composed demeanor.

Murong Junlan's anger flared up instantly. He swept through the enemy forces three times in a row, and the last time he actually hit the coffee table with a stick. Yan'er screamed in fright, thinking that everything on the coffee table had broken. Little did she know that the Pavilion Master raised both hands and the entire coffee table spun in mid-air. With his other hand, he leisurely poured tea in mid-air.

This time, Murong Junlan wasn't just angry, he was furious. He grabbed Yan'er with one arm and used the bamboo pole in the other to push against the boat. The two of them suddenly sprang into the air. He then unleashed a sweeping attack directly at the Pavilion Master. Now, let's see where you can hide.

With a thud, the Pavilion Master gently placed the tea table back on the boat, then leaped into the air. As he soared, a teacup filled with tea was smoothly pushed towards Murong Junlan. The Pavilion Master shouted:

"Your Highness, this cup of tea is a token of my inadequate hospitality these past few days. I beg your forgiveness for any shortcomings."

Since they'd already gone to such lengths, and even referred to themselves as "this humble one," his anger suddenly subsided considerably. At this moment, continuing to act arrogantly would seem impolite, especially since he was a prince; dwelling on such petty matters would be beneath his dignity. As for that cup of tea…

Murong Junlan was about to ignore the cup of tea when Yan'er, who was in his arms, suddenly reached out and took the cup.

"It smells so good." Yan'er held the tea to Murong Junlan's nose, and an enticing fragrance wafted over, refreshing his senses.

I've heard that wine can intoxicate, but I never imagined that tea could intoxicate too. Murong Junlan has always been skilled in the art of tea, but he has never smelled such a pure aroma of tea. What would it taste like if he were to take a sip? However, dignity is something that cannot be easily abandoned, especially in front of those who covet his beloved concubine Yan'er. Even if the Pavilion Master refers to himself as "this humble one," it is not acceptable.

"It smells so good." Yan'er took a sniff and held the teacup directly to Murong Junlan's lips. "Here, Your Highness, have a sip first."

Just then, Murong Junlan floated down. Yan'er brought the cup to his lips, and he had no choice but to open his mouth. Yan'er then poured the tea into Murong Junlan's mouth.

Mmm, it smells so good. Taking advantage of the gentle breeze, Murong Junlan lifted the teacup and drank the tea all in one gulp. Before he could even savor the taste of the tea, he heard Yan'er shout, "Your Highness, why did you drink it all?"

Murong Junlan stared awkwardly at the woman beside him who seemed oblivious to his dignity, sulking without saying a word. "My dearest concubine, don't you know I drank this secretly? Is it alright for you to embarrass me like this in front of the Pavilion Master? Can't you spare me any face? You've completely ruined my usually proud image."

Sigh. How can I, the king, possibly pamper you?