Agunara smiled and patted his shoulder: "Sir, thank you very much."
Ziyu smiled: "If the Prince has no other business, I'll be heading back."
"Take care, sir."
Turning away, a fleeting smile quickly crossed Butler Ziyu's eyes.
"Your ambition is too great." Sangque stared coldly at the woman sitting opposite.
Amidst the swirling tea mist, the woman's refined features became somewhat indistinct. Her slender jade-like hand held the Purple Sand Teapot, filling his tea cup. Every gesture was unspeakably noble and elegant.
"Drink some tea to calm down."
Sangque couldn't manage to drink tea, slamming the table with his palm, causing the tea to spill, while the woman's expression remained unchanged.
With no outlet for his anger, Sangque eventually picked up his cup and drank it all in one go, only to burn his tongue and stretch it repeatedly.
