A short night is hard to please! A stunningly handsome prince dotes on her exclusively.

Yuan Huaixuan looked up and saw that the people in front of him were all standing to one side, standing straight.

"Your Highness is of noble birth. It is an honor for our humble shop to have you deign to visit us today. How could we possibly sit with Your Highness?"

Xin Moyan spoke very politely and courteously. For some reason, she always had a strange feeling about this Xuan King. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he was definitely not someone to be trifled with, so she should be careful in serving him!

"Cailian, have Xiaofu clean up that table."

"Yes, ma'am."

After saying that, she turned to Liu Fuchen and said gently, "Fuchen, I'll take you there after that table is cleaned up."

"sit down."

"hold head high?"

Yuan Huaixuan raised his eyes and glanced at the group, his tone becoming increasingly cold, forceful, and unyielding.

"I command you all to sit down."

Seeing the displeasure on someone's face, Hua Buyu hurriedly pulled over a chair and said with a smile, "Since His Highness has extended such a warm invitation, Yan Yan, you shouldn't refuse His Highness's kindness. It's more fun with more people!"

"Fu Chen, please sit down. His Highness is hospitable. You are exceptionally talented, and I'm sure His Highness appreciates talent. Consider this a chance to make a friend."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees. Hua Buyu knew where the cold air came from and dared not meet the person's gaze. She quickly invited Xin Moyan and Liu Fuchen to sit down.

"Buyu, don't you feel a little chilly?"

"..."

Uh... it's just that the three of them were sitting across from him at the same time, is it really necessary to be so angry?

But... she couldn't possibly let Fu Chen sit next to him!

"Buyu, you stay here and attend to the prince. I'll go check if the milk tea is ready."

Xin Moyan felt helpless. She had already sat down, but why did Prince Xuan's expression become even worse?

"No! I'll go, you guys talk." Hua Buyu jumped up abruptly. She didn't want to stay in this tense atmosphere for even a second longer. Let them talk on their own!

After Hua Buyu left, the scene became quite awkward...

Yuan Huaixuan remained silent, his face expressionless, his slender fingers tapping the table rhythmically.

“Um, Your Highness, this is Young Master Liu Fuchen, the owner of Chunyi Pavilion, and the most renowned painter in the capital.” Xin Moyan couldn’t stand the awkward atmosphere any longer, and she felt that Yuan Huaixuan’s gaze was always fixed on her.

Upon seeing Xin Moyan introduce himself to the Xuan King, Liu Fuchen quickly stood up, bowed, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I have been impolite."

"Hmm." He looked up at Xin Moyan, a hint of reproach in his eyes.

Xin Moyan froze again. What was wrong with her now? Should she introduce Fu Chen to ease the awkward atmosphere?

"No gift!"

"Yes!"

As soon as Liu Fuchen sat down, Hua Buyu came over with the milk tea, saying as she walked, "The milk tea is here!"

Xin Moyan took out a cup and placed it in front of Yuan Huaixuan, thoughtfully inserting a straw. Then she placed a cup in front of each of them. "Your Highness, this is called 'Taro with You,' please try it."

"And what about the other few cups?" He pointed to the bamboo tube in front of the three of them. "With you? With me?"

"Fuchen's cup is called 'Perfect Match,' and mine is 'May You Be Blessed with Jasmine.' Buyu, what about yours?"

"Ah? My cup is called 'Wushan Clouds and Rain'."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three fell silent. This cup was specially developed by Hua Buyu. When Xin Moling heard the words, his face flushed. He didn't expect that Hua Buyu was so knowledgeable. However, the brother and sister couldn't resist Hua Buyu's unique idea, so they had to give up.

Yuan Huaixuan remained calm, his expression unchanged, still cold and ruthless. Liu Fuchen, on the other hand, came from a scholarly family and was simple-minded, so he couldn't face such a direct address. His cheeks instantly turned red.

"Fuchen, are you hot?" Xin Moyan saw his face turning red and white, so she got up and took out a round fan from the cabinet next to her and fanned him.

"I'm not hot, Mo Yan, you can fan yourself!" He raised his hand and pushed the fan towards her.

"...Since the princess is so considerate, come over and fan me as well."

"what?"

"Wha...what?"

The three of them froze instantly. The Xuan King had actually specifically asked Xin Moyan to fan him to cool him down!

"Princess Danhua, am I not qualified?" Yuan Huaixuan's face darkened, his voice suddenly becoming low and sharp, a cold glint flashing in his eyes with a hint of warning.

"Enough! Enough! Enough!"

Xin Moyan hurriedly stood up and quickly ran to Yuan Huaixuan's side. Holding up her fans with both hands, she gently fanned herself, secretly thinking to herself, "So... the Xuan King came here to cause trouble today."

A cool breeze blew behind his ear, and he felt the resentful gaze beside him. Yuan Huaixuan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the smile in them.

Seeing this, Hua Buyu subconsciously swallowed, chuckled a few times, and then said, "Your Highness, Yan Yan has been overworked these past few days. It's best not to let her stand. Let me fan you to cool you down!"

Yuan Huaixuan raised an eyebrow, nodded thoughtfully, and said coldly, "Alright, come here and let the princess rest."

"No need, I can handle this. Bu Yu, you can sit here." Xin Moyan waved her hand, telling her not to come over. After all, the Xuan King's temper was unpredictable. She could offend him alone, but she couldn't bring Bu Yu along. If the big boss got angry, they would probably suffer before her brother arrived.

As she was thinking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large, cold hand and pulled sharply, causing Xin Moyan to plop down next to someone, her nose catching a faint, refreshing fragrance.

Luckily, the bench was big enough for two people to sit on, otherwise she would definitely have fallen. Thinking of this, Xin Moyan hurriedly tried to get up, but her shoulder was instantly pressed down by him.

"Princess, you must be tired. Please sit down and don't move around."

Xin Moyan sometimes wondered, how could there be a person in this world whose voice and expression could be so cold and heartless?

Seeing the bewildered expressions on the faces of the three, Yuan Huaixuan looked up at Hua Buyu and said in a sinister tone, "Do I need to invite you?"

"No! I'll do it right away." Hua Buyu jumped to his side instantly, took the fan from Xin Moyan's hand, and started fanning herself, but she did it reluctantly, and the wind was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Yuan Huaixuan reached out and picked up the milk tea on the table. Following the way the surrounding guests drank it, he also took a sip. The taro paste melted in his mouth, and the sweet and delicate taste really surprised him.

He turned slightly to the side and saw that Xin Moyan's eyes were empty and lifeless, clearly lost in thought. He reached out and tapped her.

"Ah! Why did you hit me again?" She instantly covered her forehead, frowned and glared at him, seemingly forgetting the aura of a certain cold-faced prince.

"How dare you daydream in front of me?"

"Uh, I'm sorry, Your Highness."