The next day, Mingxiu sat in the courtyard, picked up her teacup and took a small sip of tea. The tea was a little hot, but she took a small sip and closed her eyes comfortably.

She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to drink tea; maybe the days before had been too sweet, so she wanted something bitter.

She picked up the teacup and took another small sip, smacked her lips, and couldn't describe the taste, but it wasn't very bitter. It had a very simple and rustic flavor that suddenly captivated her.

Mingxiu used to drink mostly fruit tea, milk tea, or tea made from dried flowers or dried fruit. Most of these teas were sweet, and she really liked them.

I rarely drink this kind of authentic tea, but I don't know why I suddenly have a strong craving for it.

"Maybe it's because I'm getting old," Mingxiu sighed, putting down her teacup. She seemed to recall that the elders around her used to enjoy drinking tea as soon as they reached a certain age.

She's probably almost that age too, the beautiful woman in the courtyard sighed softly.

Then he picked up a book and started reading it. The cover read "Classic of Mountains and Seas," but he hadn't looked at her picture book.

She's gotten a bit tired of reading too many traditional storybooks lately, so she prefers reading stories about strange tales, acrobatics, and places with unique regional scenery, which she finds quite enjoyable.

The spring breeze is getting warmer and warmer, and we are wearing thinner and thinner clothes.

Mingxiu disliked the heat and changed into spring clothes early on. She stayed indoors and only wore a bellyband and an outer garment. The clothes were all loose and light, which made her feel cooler and more relaxed.

He lay on the couch with his legs dangling, toes pointed, a book in his hand, leisurely flipping through it.

When the Emperor appeared at Yonghe Palace that evening, this was what he saw.