Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the faint, lingering aroma of tea. Fu Yingzhi picked up the teapot once more to refill Yao Sichen’s cup with steaming tea.
"Young Master, given the current situation in Ningdu City..." The young woman sighed softly. "We must tread carefully."
Yao Sichen gazed at the tea leaves swirling in his cup, lost in thought. He knew that although the recent turmoil had temporarily subsided, the undercurrents moving beneath the surface of Ningdu City were likely only just beginning. Outside the window, the sound of cicadas grew louder. The sun began its descent, casting long, elongated shadows of those within the room.
Chapter 108