Li Qiye interrupted the princess’ momentary daze: “Your Jilin Clan has a good type of immortal tea. Make a pot for me.”

The princess was surprised again. This guy was not holding back and was really ordering her around like a maid.

Suddenly, an ethereal old man appeared next to the princess and handed her an old looking tea box before disappearing again.

“This geezer is quite smart.” Li Qiye smiled calmly at the old man.

The old man was the ancestor giving the princess pointers in the shadows all this time.

She sighed and personally readied the fire in order to boil a pot of tea for him. The crowd was naturally caught...