"Miss Xin is certainly Xueyin's friend." Commandery Princess Yi'an picked up her teacup and smiled at Xin Yu'er. "Allow me to offer Miss Xin a toast with tea in place of wine."
The two people each sipped several cups of tea, each harboring their own nefarious intentions, before Xin Yu'er stood up to take her leave an hour later.
After exiting the teahouse, Baoyan couldn't resist looking back and scowling in ridicule, "What Commandery Princess Yi'an is she if she can't even cough up 20 thousand mystic currency. Does she think other people are unaware of her identity."
"Young Master, why must you get close to this woman."
"You're talking too much." 'Xin Yu'er' swept Baoyan a cold glance. "I told you not to follow me, yet you just had to do so. I naturally have my own matters I need to handle."
