He Lan Tianxia

Just as Prince Murong was still blaming Yan'er for being humiliated, Yan'er called out loudly to the Pavilion Master, "Pavilion Master, the Prince thinks your tea is good, may I have another cup?"

"Hey, my dear aunt, are you my beloved concubine or his?" No, staying here like this would only make him feel utterly ashamed. Murong Junlan turned around and swept Yan'er into a princess carry, then, with a light touch on the small painted boat that had just landed, he leaped off Lihen Lake.

"Your Highness, please prepare some light tea. We cordially invite Your Highness to come aboard and enjoy a sip or two." The pavilion master waved his hand and loudly ordered, "Entertain the guest."

A row of fireballs came to a stop in the air, forming a unique set of steps in front of Murong Junlan and Yan'er. Although it lacked the grandeur of a red carpet, the soft colors of the fireballs created a warm and cozy atmosphere.

The steps had already been laid out; it seemed unreasonable not to go down. Besides, that cup of fragrant tea was indeed tempting, leaving a lingering aroma in the throat and a feeling of tranquility. If he could reveal the method of making it, it would at least settle half of the score. Thinking this, Murong Junlan felt much better. Coupled with the Pavilion Master's politeness, his arrogance instantly returned.

Watching Murong Junlan haughtily toss his head, the Pavilion Master smiled. His master was always so proud and arrogant. Even in front of Princess Yan'er, he was still so childish. What could he say? Prince Murong was truly blessed; he was enviable.

"Your Highness, please—." The Pavilion Master urged loudly again. He knew that no matter how many times the reincarnation happened, the prince's temperament would not change, just as he had always loved Princess Yan'er. Although the years had passed, his love would remain eternal.

Murong Junlan put Yan'er down, took her hand, and together they stepped down the fireball steps. The pavilion master lifted the gauze curtain, bowed slightly, and welcomed the two back into the small painted boat. The fireballs entered one after another, with fresh delicacies served and fine wine poured into cups. The three of them finally sat together in a harmonious atmosphere.

"Come, Your Highness and Your Highness, let me offer you a toast first." The Pavilion Master picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Have we met before?" Murong Junlan still felt a thorn in his side.

“Your Highness, he is my elder brother from childhood.” Yan’er omitted the word “in my dream.” If she said that the Pavilion Master was her elder brother in her dream, and that the Pavilion Master had even entered her dream? Prince Murong would definitely be making wild guesses in his mind. Anyway, the Pavilion Master was her elder brother.

"Then I'll toast my brother-in-law." It's better to define your role early on; Murong Junlan didn't wait for the Pavilion Master's response before tilting his head back and downing the drink in one gulp. Whatever your past relationship, from now on, you can only be my brother-in-law.

"Absolutely not! My brother-in-law is even more senior than the Prince." The Pavilion Master felt that being Murong Junlan's brother-in-law was overstepping his bounds. "Your Highness, I am merely..."

"Alright, then call me brother-in-law." Murong Junlan thought to himself, it doesn't matter whether he's called brother-in-law or not, as long as he's not her husband. Hmm, calling him brother-in-law is even better, that way I'll be older than you, brother-in-law, brother-in-law, this feels good.

Prince Murong was pleased and immediately raised his empty wine cup high, "Come on, fill my brother-in-law's cup with wine."

"Sect Master, what do you think?" Yan'er saw through Murong Junlan's ulterior motives and felt that her brother-in-law was more suitable, so she urged, "Sect Master, why don't you give your brother-in-law a pot of fragrant tea?"

"The Pavilion Master's younger brother?" It sounded like his ability to protect Princess Yan'er immediately paled in comparison. However, being Prince Murong's brother-in-law seemed to be a step up from being a secret guard, no, it seemed like he had been several steps up. But having this relationship was better than having none at all. After waiting for ten thousand years, he had finally managed to establish some kinship with the person he loved. It seemed worth it.

The pavilion master clapped his hands twice, and a group of fireballs filed in, each carrying a tray with a pot of fragrant ice lotus tea, the aroma of which was even more mouthwatering than the aged wine on the table.

Actually, the aged wine is also made with snow lotus, but the Snow Lotus Fragrance Tea is made by adding freshly picked, hot Red Spirit Spring water, which is why it has a rich aroma.