"Godfather, can you think of any people who are good at brewing tea? Let's call them in to help in this emergency! Please think of something!" Wei Zhu said anxiously, tugging at Liang Jiugong's sleeve.

"Let me think, let this old servant think, ah!" Liang Jiugong slapped his head.

"Godfather, if you can't figure it out, you don't have to hit yourself like this. What if you get hurt? This servant can't cover for the Emperor!"

Wei Zhu quickly grabbed Liang Jiugong's head as he struck her, fearing he might hurt her.

"This old servant remembers now. The Emperor once praised a concubine for brewing tea well. Who was she? What was her name again?" The more anxious Liang Jiugong became, the less he could remember.

"Godfather, don't rush, think about it slowly. There is such a person. They probably live around there. Tell me and I will help you think about it."

Wei Zhu fanned Liang Jiugong with his hand to cool him down. This strange scene took place in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Liang Jiugong was like an ant on a hot pan, and Wei Zhu fanned him with his hand to cool him down, while outside, there was a vast expanse of white snow.

"That, that Yongshou Palace." Liang Jiugong thought for a long time before he remembered that Emperor Kangxi had said the tea was the best when he was at Yongshou Palace.

"Godfather, only the East Annex of Yongshou Palace houses Consort Suo Zhuolun." Could she be our savior?

"Yes, that's her. Go and have someone carry a sedan chair to invite Consort Suo Zhuolun here. Be polite to her, our lives are in her hands."

The Emperor has been longing for the Pu'er tea brewed by Consort Suo Zhuolun. Ever since he drank the Pu'er tea brewed by Consort Suo Zhuolun, he has been sighing every time he drinks the Pu'er tea brewed by the tea room. At first, he didn't understand, but after a while, he figured out the reason.

"This servant understands." Wei Zhu was grateful to those who had saved her; how could she be rude!

On the other side, Wanyi stretched lazily without any regard for her image. She had finally finished making a sachet, with only a simple flower embroidered on it. She had only made one a day, while Hongxiu had already started making the fourth one. Moreover, Hongxiu's embroidery was not only exquisite but also more complicated. It's true that comparisons are the thief of joy.

"I'm not going to embroider anymore, anyway, Hongxiu, you've done enough."

Wanyi looked at Hongxiu, who was embroidering at lightning speed, and said jealously, "I want Hongxiu to embroider every day, every single day, and see if she ever gets tired of it."

"Alright! I'll hang up the four books in the tent for you in a moment." She knew that this was the warm fragrance that the young mistress had prepared.

"Okay, tomorrow I'll embroider a handkerchief." I need to find something to do; I'm so bored.

"Your Highness, Eunuch Wei, who serves the Emperor, has arrived and is waiting outside." Little Dengzi came in and swung on a swing.

"Quickly, invite him in." Although Wanyi was puzzled as to why Eunuch Wei had come, she acted without hesitation.

"This servant Wei Zhu greets Your Highness Suo Zhuolun."

From Wei Zhu's tone, it was clear that she was extremely respectful, even a little obsequious, which made Wan Yi uneasy. Could something bad have happened? Thinking of Consort Ulanara who had been confined to her quarters not long ago, could it be that she was also taking her anger out on her? There was no reason for that! Wan Yi thought about it for a moment, but it was only a blink of an eye, and she kept smiling.

"Greetings, Eunuch Wei. May I ask what important matter His Majesty has to discuss?" Wanyi returned Wei Zhu's half-bow.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty misses the tea you brewed, so Eunuch Liang sent me to fetch you to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to serve him tea."

Wei Zhu was on tenterhooks, fearing that Wan Yi might notice something amiss and stop going, or report him for falsely conveying the imperial edict, causing a scene that would cost them their lives.

"Does the host need to change his/her clothes?"

Wanyi looked at herself and realized that she was dressed in light blue satin with a cloak and a hot water bottle. However, she thought that she should change her clothes if she were to meet the Emperor, as a sign of respect.

"That's perfect, Your Highness. A sedan chair is already waiting outside. Please go quickly." Wei Zhu urged anxiously, seeing that the time for the next tea service was fast approaching.

"Alright then! Hongxiu, let's go! Thank you for your help, Eunuch Wei."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all." We'll have to trouble you later, young master.

As Wanyi sat in the sedan chair, she felt increasingly uneasy. It shouldn't be that she was to meet the emperor. Judging from Wei Zhu's anxious expression, Wanyi opened the sedan chair window and spoke to Wei Zhu outside.

"Eunuch Wei, please go and pay my respects to the Emperor first!"

These words startled Wei Zhu, who was already on edge, so much so that she stumbled and almost fell flat on her face.

"Your Highness, this is unacceptable!" Wei Zhu was practically kneeling before Wan Yi, unable to understand why Consort Suo Zhuolun would suddenly have this idea.

"What's wrong? Didn't His Majesty send you to fetch me?" Wanyi looked at Weizhu with an innocent expression.

“This…” Wei Zhu looked at Wan Yi hesitantly.

"Hurry up and tell the truth!" Wan Yi suddenly looked at Wei Zhu sharply, her tone filled with dissatisfaction.

"Yes, this servant will tell you the truth. It was Consort Ulanara who angered the Emperor. The tea room has already served five cups of tea, but the Emperor keeps saying it's too weak, too strong, or too hot. That's why Eunuch Liang had no choice but to send this servant to ask Your Highness for help." Wei Zhu closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she spoke, hoping that Consort Suo Zhuolun was a good person.

"My lady, I beg you, please save us!" Wei Zhu shamelessly pleaded with Wan Yi.

"Alright, isn't His Majesty waiting for tea? Hurry up."

Wanyi said irritably, "What's going on here?! It's ridiculous that someone else's anger has to be quelled by me. I've had enough. All Wanyi wants to do now is finish making the tea and go back to Yongshou Palace."

"Thank you, Consort Xie." Wei Zhu was genuinely grateful to Wan Yi.

Just in time, Liang Jiugong handed a cup of Pu'er tea to Kangxi. Kangxi picked up the cup and took a sip. Liang Jiugong watched Kangxi's actions with bated breath, his eyes darting around as if trying to see through the tea leaves, afraid that His Majesty would slam the cup down like the previous tea and say, "It's too weak after being brewed again!"

"Not bad, who made it?"

Kangxi thought this tea was the same as the last one, but after taking a sip, he realized that it tasted exactly like the one in his memory. He could tell at a glance that it was not tea brewed in the Yangxin Hall tea room. He restrained himself from going to Yongshou Palace less often because he was afraid of being controlled by this tea. But sometimes, the more you try not to think about it, the more vivid the memory becomes.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. It was this old servant who privately invited Consort Suo Zhuolun from Yongshou Palace to brew tea, hoping that Your Majesty could have a good cup of tea."

Liang Jiugong immediately knelt down to beg for forgiveness. Having served His Majesty for many years, he naturally knew that His Majesty seemed to be in a good mood.

"Okay, go down and receive your punishment later. Don't let it happen again."

Kangxi was in a better mood, but it was unacceptable for his servant to make decisions on his behalf. Considering it was for his sake, he was given a minor punishment as a warning.

"Yes, this servant is willing to accept punishment."

"The snacks served to Consort Suo Zhuolun are also very delicious. It's a shame that there's no snacks with just tea," Kangxi said, seemingly regretful.

"Your Majesty, isn't that easy? Yongshou Palace is close to Yangxin Hall. As long as you want to eat, this old servant will just go and get it."