บท 718: 369 Joke (2nd Update)

Ming Xin focused on her breath, trying to minimize her presence.

"Average."

"Why don't you go back to the Rans and drink? They have all kinds of Junshan Silver Needle and Pre-Ming Longjing, much more high-class than the tea available in my little place. My small temple can't afford to serve you, such a big Buddha." Zheng Qing snatched up the teacup in Ming Jing's hand and sat down opposite her with a huff.

Ming Xin stood up: "I feel a bit stuffy, I'm going out for a walk."

She disappeared in a flash.

Ming Jing picked up another cup, rinsed the tea, brewed the tea, and poured the brown tea soup back into the jade porcelain cup.

"Don't be so angry, have some tea to cool down."

Zheng Qing gulped down the tea and slammed the teacup back onto the table with a "pop."

"Tell me, what are you planning?"

"No particular plans, just doing what a lady of the Rans should do is enough."

"It seems that your days as the Rans' lady are quite good."