My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

She pulled out a tea bowl resembling a thermos from her bosom, removed the wooden stopper, and placed it on the wooden table.

It seemed she planned to pour tea into this bowl to drink on the way.

The white-clad elder smiled doting behind the girl in the yellow skirt, not stopping her, and silently took out some fragments of silver, handing them to the tea house server. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then he simply waited for the tea to be served.

The girl in the yellow skirt, lively by nature, looked around curiously while waiting for the tea, and her gaze soon fell on Cheng Guang nearby.

Seeing Cheng Guang’s handsome appearance and the noble aura enshrouding him,

she was startled for a moment.

Then quickly turned her gaze away, daring not to look any longer.

The girl in the yellow skirt could tell at a glance that the noble son sitting not far from herself was someone whose status and identity were beyond her reach.

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So she only gave Cheng Guang a quick glance before moving her gaze away.

The girl in the yellow skirt thought that as long as she did not speak to Cheng Guang, the handsome and peerless noble, there wouldn’t be any entanglement.

But unexpectedly,

while she intended not to provoke him, Cheng Guang did not plan to let her go so easily.

"The Green Dragon tea in this tea house is not bad, barely enough to quench thirst,"

Cheng Guang said with a smile to the girl in the yellow skirt, not far away.

The girl in the yellow skirt, hearing the voice near her ear, was startled at first, then incredulously looked around, as if she thought Cheng Guang was greeting someone next to her, only to find that there was no one else beside her.

Her gaze fell on Cheng Guang.

And found that Cheng Guang had, from the very beginning, set his sights on her.

Watching her intently the whole time.

The girl in the yellow skirt looked at Cheng Guang, full of curiosity, pointed at herself, "Are you talking to me?"

Cheng Guang nodded.

Only then did the girl in the yellow skirt realize, and then she said woefully, "Young master, your words are amusing. Green Dragon tea, as such, is already considered top-quality tea here, and using it just to quench thirst is, to me, somewhat wasteful."

"A girl from an impoverished family like mine truly can’t afford it, whereas young master can drink whatever you wish, as you please."

Although the girl in the yellow skirt could tell that Cheng Guang’s identity was likely extraordinary, she did not know exactly who he was.

Regardless,

the girl in the yellow skirt still thought he wasn’t someone she could afford to offend.

Despite being the Crown Princess Consort of Great Yan, a person of incredibly honorable status, she acted with extreme caution, no different from an ordinary person.

After responding briefly to Cheng Guang, she didn’t wish to engage further with him.

However, while waiting for the tea to be served, the girl in the yellow skirt kept noticing that the noble son who had just spoken to her was still staring at her.

With a smile on his face.

Not in a way that seemed like he was coveting her body.

And she didn’t know what he was thinking.

The girl in the yellow skirt just felt that this handsome noble was quite the oddity.

Cheng Guang gazed at the girl in the yellow skirt, his hand supporting his chin, and a myriad of thoughts rose in his mind.

He struck up a conversation with the girl in the yellow skirt on a whim.

Because Cheng Guang suddenly recalled the sudden turmoil in the Great Yan Dynasty, which had led to the withdrawal of troops from the Border Area’s battlefield.

The chaos that engulfed the Great Yan Dynasty was of no benefit to the dynasty itself,

but it was enormously advantageous to the "remnants of Great Chu" lurking in the shadows.

Although Cheng Guang did not know how the "remnants of Great Chu" managed to create chaos in the Great Yan Dynasty, to the extent that it became so serious that they had to deploy soldiers from the battlefield,

Cheng Guang knew the "remnants of Great Chu," as suggested by his mission objectives, might have a non-negligible foundation in the Great Yan Dynasty.

At the very least, they had certain resources, identities, and statuses, otherwise, they couldn’t have achieved all this.

With this thought, Cheng Guang suddenly felt that the affair of the Crown Princess Consort might not only be the Crown Prince’s capriciousness, acting on a fanciful impulse.

It could also be related to the "remnants of Great Chu."

After all, this maneuver successfully distracted part of the world’s attention, shifting many people’s focus from the "remnants of Great Chu" to the Crown Princess Consort.

The pressure on the "remnants of Great Chu" was immediately reduced by an untold factor.

This girl in the yellow skirt perhaps…

If she wasn’t a person of the "remnants of Great Chu," then the Great Yan Crown Prince was.

But thinking it over, how could the Great Yan Crown Prince possibly help the "remnants of Great Chu"? Cheng Guang dismissed this somewhat ludicrous thought.

Regardless, the girl in the yellow skirt surely had some connection to the remnants of Great Chu.

Cheng Guang pondered thus and slowly rose to approach the girl in the yellow skirt not far away.

As Cheng Guang walked toward the girl in the yellow skirt, he attracted the gaze of many onlookers.

Qian Siyuan and Li Zhengyang, standing beside Cheng Guang, exchanged glances, not knowing why their Princely Heir suddenly took interest in the girl in the yellow skirt, the Crown Princess Consort of Great Yan, but from their understanding of Cheng Guang, they knew he would never engage in meaningless actions.

Therefore, they too quickly rose.

"Let’s go, take a look,"

Qin Yanqiu, who was quietly sitting beside Qing Luan, did not join them to look.

Yanqiu was naturally reserved, and apart from battle, there was little that could draw her attention.

Qing Luan, on the other hand, was more understanding.

Thinking to herself, perhaps the Princely Heir took a fancy to that girl in the yellow skirt and was going to offer his attentions; naturally, she could not follow along.