On the day of the wedding breakup, it snowed heavily in the capital.
My fiancé, Lu Ziang, the young master of the No. 1 Tea house in Beijing, threw a divorce note in my face in front of half of the powerful circle.
He pointed at me and said, "Su Qingyu, your country people's trick of tinkering with tea leaves is worthy of entering my Lu family? Stop having such wishful thinking."
There was laughter all around, and I became the biggest laughing stock in the whole capital.
I didn't cry, I even smiled and drank the freshly brewed tea in front of him.
He doesn't know that I can see the "spiritual energy" flowing in every tea leaf.
And what he just despised was a cup of "Qishen Tea" that could allow warriors to break through their bottlenecks.
He didn't even know that three months later, my cup of spiritual tea, which he called a "country trick," would be auctioned in the capital for a sky-high price of one hundred thousand taels of gold.
Countless nobles and nobles have stepped through the threshold of my small teahouse just to get a cup.
The rumored idle prince Xiao Jue, who was unruly and never bowed to anyone, would become a frequent visitor to me. He would wave his fan and say to me: "Miss Su, your tea can rule the world. I want the world and you."
As for Lu Ziang?
Later, he knelt outside my teahouse for three days and three nights, just to beg me to sell him a cup of the most common "soothing tea" so that he could sleep peacefully.
