Feng Wuya glanced at him, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and could only set down his cup.
His gaze, inadvertently, fell upon the teapot.
Tie Xin couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, this tea uses dew collected at the first light of dawn. Miss Long personally went to the back mountain to gather it for you."
"And this chrysanthemum bud, it must be picked late at night when the flowers are about to bloom but not yet fully open. Miss Long personally picked it for you."
"I saw Miss Long learning from the physician how to dry chrysanthemum buds a couple of days ago. She's preparing them for you to brew on your journey."
"And..."
"Are you very idle today?"
Feng Wuya furrowed his brow slightly, looking at him.
Tie Xin knew he had said too much, but he felt a pang of pity for Long Xinghe.
He had always believed that hearts were made of flesh, and even he, an outsider, was moved. How could His Highness remain so indifferent?
"I just... I just saw a flicker of disappointment in Miss Long's eyes just now. Your Highness rejects her in everything. Have you ever said a single word of thanks to her?"
Tie Xin truly dared not continue speaking, knowing that if he said any more, His Highness would surely be displeased.
He needed to prepare the things for the journey.
Before leaving the room, he couldn't resist adding a few more words: "With Miss Long's identity, going to Beiming will be very dangerous. But since she has decided to go, she will definitely go. Your Highness, you cannot dissuade her."
"Since you cannot dissuade her, why not accept it gracefully? At least, it would make her feel better, and she would feel that everything she has done has some value. What do you think, Your Highness?"
He left.
If he didn't leave now, he feared His Highness would get angry.
Feng Wuya, however, sat in the room for a long time, not resting, unable to sleep.
Perhaps, saying a word of thanks was not that difficult after all.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Wuya finally set down the Hanshan White Jade cup, stood up, and walked out.
To protect him, Long Xinghe's chambers were located not far from his own.
Turning a corner through an archway, one could see the entrance.
Feng Wuya hesitated for a moment as he stood by the archway.
He was simply unaccustomed to interacting with young ladies. Although he was no longer as resistant to Long Xinghe as before, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.
He hesitated repeatedly.
Tie Xin's words kept echoing in his mind.
Hearts were made of flesh.
He finally walked through the archway and towards Long Xinghe's chambers.
However, before he could get close, he heard a woman's voice from within Long Xinghe's chambers:
"I heard that Prince Xiaoyao has lived for so many years and has never been close to any woman, remaining pure for over twenty years."
It was Jiang Tao's voice; Feng Wuya recognized it.
The person with her did not speak. Jiang Tao continued, "Mistress, are you truly willing to send him back like this, to Chu Qianli?"
"Mistress, you must know that you are in great danger in Beiming, and you cannot stay there for long."
"Therefore, if you send him back, you will have to leave. By then, Prince Xiaoyao will still belong to Chu Qianli, and you will have nothing!"
Jiang Tao was truly unwilling. How could her mistress, who liked Prince Xiaoyao so much, hand him over to Chu Qianli so readily?
How much had her mistress sacrificed for the Prince?
"Mistress, since he has never touched any woman, does that mean that if a woman can win his body, she can win his heart?"
According to the temperament of many pure and chaste men in their Longteng Kingdom, many were of this type!
Therefore, Jiang Tao offered a suggestion: "Mistress, why don't we put some medicine in the Prince's tea? After he becomes your person, perhaps he won't always think of leaving!"