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"You've come."
Xiao Yao blinked, unable to believe the scene before her. Was this man really an ordinary person? Did royal nobles all have such an unreal feeling? For a moment, Xiao Yao's thoughts were scattered, and she didn't know where her mind had wandered off to.
He Yu noticed that Xiao Yao was standing there in a daze and smiled helplessly. He stepped forward from behind the table and gently took Xiao Yao's hand. "You, still so silly. If you keep zoning out like this and lose yourself one day, how would that be good?"
The indulgence in his words made even Zhao Hezhong, who hadn't had time to leave, feel weak in the knees and unable to resist. Xiao Yao allowed He Yu to lead her to a chair by the table. It was only then that she slowly came back to her senses, only to find He Yu staring at her intently.
For a moment, Xiao Yao suddenly felt a bit at a loss. She regretted coming here in such a hurry; she should have discussed strategies with her parents first.
Indeed, when one is anxious, their mind starts to get muddled.
Seeing that Xiao Yao had regained her composure, He Yu smiled and asked, "So, what did you come to find me for?"
What? Find you for what? Don't you know yourself? Xiao Yao felt a wave of frustration wash over her. Since it was just the two of them in the room, there was no need to worry about being offensive.
Xiao Yao replied without holding back, "I came to find the prince for something. Doesn't the prince know?"
"Oh?" He Yu stood up and walked over to a low shelf beside the table, fiddling with something. His tone remained nonchalant as he said, "Why should I know? There are so many people who come to see me; do I know everyone?"
"..." Faced with such a thick-skinned rogue, Xiao Yao didn't know what to say. The slight feeling of amazement she had felt earlier vanished instantly.
Seeing Xiao Yao staring at him with wide eyes, wanting to get angry but unable to do so, He Yu couldn't help but feel amused. He just wanted to tease this girl a little more.
Of course, he knew how to keep things in moderation; after all, if he really annoyed her, it wouldn't be fun anymore. His ultimate goal was still to win her heart in the end. He Yu smiled and turned around to place a cup of tea in front of Xiao Yao. "Here you go, your favorite kumquat tea. Drink up."
How did he know I liked kumquat tea? Xiao Yao was momentarily stunned. "You..."
"Give it a try, see if it's good or not." He Yu interrupted Xiao Yao's words and looked at her with an expectant gaze. Xiao Yao found it hard to resist such a look, so she picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip. The taste...
"Junshan Silver Needle mixed with rose and kumquat?" Xiao Yao's eyes suddenly lit up. He Yu chuckled lightly and nodded slightly, "That's right, I'm surprised you could taste that."
"Of course! This is my favorite flavor, so I definitely know!" Xiao Yao couldn't help but feel proud.
Xiao Yao didn't particularly like pure black tea or green tea; instead, she had a soft spot for Junshan Silver Needle, a lightly fermented yellow tea. Drinking it didn't have the bitterness of green tea or the smoothness of black tea, but rather an unusual combination of both, enhanced by the fragrance of rose and the sweet-sour taste of kumquat. It was simply delightful.
Although this method of brewing tea had been mocked by Xiao Mo Yi more than once as a waste of good tea, Xiao Yao paid no mind and continued to do things her way. However, she was still cherished by her family. Even with such "wasteful" habits, Xiao Guangzheng and Xiao Mo Yi would always bring back some good tea when they went out on business.
Even Xiao Mo Yi, who went to the capital for exams this time, didn't forget to find her some good tea to indulge in.
But...
This habit of hers was something only her family knew about. How did Xuanping Wang find out? Xiao Yao looked at He Yu in confusion, while He Yu wore a mysterious expression and smiled, "You don't need to ask; even if you do, this prince won't tell you."
...
Xiao Yao pouted; he actually took the initiative first. Fine, since you don't want to say it, I won't bother asking! Knowing is enough; it's not like it's something shameful—everyone has their little quirks.
"Alright, we've had our tea; now we should talk business."
"Business?" Xiao Yao was momentarily taken aback and then rolled her eyes at He Yu in a manner unbecoming of a refined lady.
He Yu: "..."
Seeing He Yu's suddenly speechless expression made Xiao Yao, who had been somewhat nervous before, feel a flicker of satisfaction. Being able to catch the prince off guard was quite an accomplishment after all.
"Alright, stop messing around. We really need to get serious now." He Yu rarely put away his casual, slightly rogue demeanor and sat up straight. He didn't waste time with Xiao Yao and got straight to the point, saying, "I'm serious."
Xiao Yao was momentarily taken aback. She opened her mouth and stared at He Yu in a daze. After a long while, she finally managed to swallow hard and said, "...Why?"
"Because I like you, that's why. Do I need a reason to like someone?" He Yu said nonchalantly, yet with a heartfelt smile directed at Xiao Yao.
...Xiao Yao was completely stunned by this statement.
As a woman in her late twenties who had been poisoned by various ridiculous dramas in modern society in her past life, she found this line utterly detestable; it was practically a classic among terrible lines.
And that person was completely unaware that his flattery had backfired, instead standing up and gently taking Xiao Yao's hand, looking at her with a deeply affectionate expression that made her scalp tingle. "What... what are you doing?"
"Will you marry me?" He Yu lowered his head slightly, locking eyes with Xiao Yao. His deliberately lowered voice still carried a clear tone that was irresistible to her. Seeing Xiao Yao's face turn completely red and almost smoke coming out of her ears, He Yu chuckled softly. His hand moved up a bit more, resting on her waist. "I will take good care of you for the rest of my life, I swear. Promise me, okay?"
"..." The warm breath above Xiao Yao's eyelids brushed against her repeatedly, tickling her. She had basically lost the ability to think and struggled to keep herself from collapsing into someone's embrace, pushing him away instead. "You... you need to get off first..."
"No way," He Yu chuckled, tightening his grip around Xiao Yao's waist even more. "If you don't agree, I won't get up."
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