Seeing that Feng Wu didn't seem disturbed at all, the old man asked in resignation, "Aren't you even a little bit worried?"
"For what? I've got you, don't I?" Judging by the look on the old man's face, Feng Wu knew right away that the matter had been taken care of, or the old man would have been angrier than her.
Grand Secretary Fang rapped Feng Wu on her little head. "Do you ever get flustered? Well, you got the highest score, as you predicted."
"Really? Do I detect a story behind it?"
"Yes, you do. And it's quite a story." The old man looked like he was going to make a long speech.
Feng Wu poured some tea for the old man as she listened.
"Why, Quling tea?" Grand Secretary Fang recognized the tea by its scent and was pleasantly surprised. "Where did you get it? From Master Linghu?"
Master Linghu? That was the most famous tea master in the empire. Feng Wu shook her head. "No, I made this myself. Old Master, what do you think?"
