Zhao Rong was taken aback, turned around, and couldn't help but scrutinize the expression of Zhu Yourong, whose attitude seemed to have undergone a 180-degree change.
Did she take the wrong medicine... or the right one?
Or has she finally sensed the aura of a king from me?
Zhao Rong couldn't discern the look in her snow-white eyes.
But he felt the seriousness of the woman offering him tea.
He blinked, adjusted his expression, and couldn't help but mutter:
"Why is it offered to me instead? Wasn't it meant for you..."
Zhu Yourong's voice was soft and clear as she smiled, "Just because I asked for the tea, does it mean I have to drink it? Can't it be offered to Ziyu?"
"Alright, alright, Yourong Daoist, you're the best at arranging things and gauging people. Always making it difficult to guess your thoughts. You're truly the most perceptive and intelligent woman in the world..."
Zhao Rong chuckled, shaking his head, helplessly praising her.
