The Duke Dingguo and others were at the door of the small study, and when they saw Song Zhiyuan coming, they raised their eyes with a smile.
"Yunzhi is late, isn't it?"
Song Zhiyuan raised his hand and said, "My little daughter returned to her mother's home to say goodbye, and I waited for her to leave before coming out of the mansion, delaying for a while. But rest assured, I brought you the good one."
As he spoke, he looked at his servant Fu Quan behind him, who smiled and handed over a packet of rare tea leaves. The young servant beside Duke Dingguo accepted it and presented it to the master.
The Duke Dingguo glanced at it, saying, "Yunzhi is thoughtful. This year's exquisite Wuyi Big Red Robe is said to be of very scarce production. Besides those offered as tribute, the price is twice as high as in previous years, yet still unavailable on the market."
"As long as you don't mind."
