Until noon, people returned to eat, and the guests in the shop gradually became sparse.
Tang Xiaotong finally managed to catch his breath, sitting on the low stool behind the counter, and finished off the long-cooled tea in one gulp.
The tea slid down his throat, carrying away some fatigue.
At that moment, the doorbell gently rang, and a breeze with a hint of grass fragrance breezed in.
Tang Xiaotong looked up to see Princess Yujia standing alone at the entrance, the sunlight coating her whole being with a golden edge.
Today Princess Yujia wasn't wearing Turkic attire but had changed into a pale green dress, her long black hair styled into the popular Jinghong bun of the Capital City's noble ladies, with only two strands of hair falling by her ears.
If it weren't for those eyes, as deep as the night sky over the grasslands, one might hardly recognize this princess from Turkic.
"Yu... Princess."
