Chapitre 447: My Sincerity

Marquis Qin wondered if the Crown Princess was trained in the art of making people wait—because the Crown Princess excelled at it. She sat there, unbothered and unfazed at the shiny gems presented to her. As a matter of fact, she even seemed bored with the items.

"How is the tea?" she mused.

Marquis Qin lowered his head and peered down. There was an aromatic drink presented to him in a blue teacup rimmed with pure gold. 

What an expensive tea set this was… He wondered how she got her hands on it, or if it was just one of the Crown Prince's many possessions, much like she was.

"It smells…" he trailed off. He took a whiff and nearly winced. "Delightful," he lied.

Marquis Qin did not fancy sweet or floral teas unless they were bitter chamomile or earthy chrysanthemum. But the drink offered to him was everything he despised.