At that moment, the old abbot with the broken leg came over with a teapot, laboriously making his way as he called out in a loud voice:
"Look at my memory, such good people have come, and not even a cup of hot water to offer..."
Zhao Douan took the opportunity to stand up, smiling as he said his farewells, "No need for hospitality, we will be taking our leave now."
The abbot also knew the charity house was too poor to offer proper hospitality and respectfully saw the group out.
Zhao Douan glanced at the sky, noticing there was still some time before noon, and invited,
"Your Highness, it's been a long time since you returned to the Capital, if you're free, how about I host lunch?"
Princess Wen Zhu looked at him, smile faintly, and shook her head.
Zhao Douan was taken aback.
Only to hear the Western Regions noblewoman's warm lips part in the winter sun, exhaling a mist, and she rubbed her hands together, saying softly,
