Jiang Mansion, inside Tang Wan's small studio
The Cyan Feather was layered in a deep green, amidst an emerald backdrop. Tang Wan was holding tweezers, sticking peacock-colored feathers, while Jiang Chengsi sat not far away, still staring at the freshly glued cup.
"Fourth Brother, stop looking at it. The cup needs to sit for over ten hours. Don't touch it." Tang Wan didn't even lift her eyelids, focused on her work.
Jiang Chengsi stared at the cup:
"Why do you think Zeyan went to the Ruan Family during the New Year? I bet, his future father-in-law won't give him a warm welcome."
"During the New Year, isn't it better to stay in Beijing? Instead, he's off to face his father-in-law's anger."
...
Tang Wan smiled, "If he wants to be with Xixi, he has to face the uncle eventually."
"But he should learn self-preservation. He's just rushing to it. I hope he comes back in one piece." Jiang Chengsi's words had just fallen when someone knocked on the studio door.
