246: Chapter 246 Su Jianqing visits the Prime Minister's residence

First Princes Residence, side hall.

The First Prince strode into the hall with a majestic gait. His face, usually sullen and composed, was now, for the first time ever, wearing a look of somewhat impatient joy.

In his hands, he held the package of special green tea, meticulously wrapped by the servants of the Prime Ministers Mansion.

"Someone, prepare water for this Prince, make tea!"

The First Prince flicked his robes and commanded the old steward guarding outside the door in a deep voice.

Before long, the senior steward of the First Princes Residence walked in carefully, stooping over while carrying a complete set of purple clay tea ware.

"Your Highness, is this the new tea delivered by the Prime Ministers Mansion today?"

The old steward asked with an obsequious smile while skillfully starting to warm the cups.

"Hmph, that goes without saying. This was prepared by the servants for this Prince at Wanqings personal request."

The First Prince lifted his chin with some smugness, a flash of arrogance crossing his eyes.

The Daughter of the Prime Minister, a Prodigy ranked twentieth on the hidden dragon ranking, the goddess dreamt of by countless scholars in the capital.

Now, not only did she take the initiative to send tea, but she even specially imparted a 'Secret Technique' to him. What did this mean?

It meant that this proud fiancée already held him, her future husband, in some regard in her heart!

Seeing the old steward about to grab the tea leaves and put them into the purple clay teapot, the First Prince frowned and immediately called out to stop him:

"Wait!"

The old steward's hand shook, and he looked up in confusion: "Your Highness, is the water temperature incorrect?"

"Not so."

The First Prince gave a mysterious smile, reached out to take the package of green tea leaves, and spoke in a leisurely manner:

"Wanqing specially imparted a 'Secret Technique from ancient texts' to this Prince today.

Before brewing this special green tea, it needs to be placed on top of one's head.

By warming it for a moment with the Yang Qi of the forehead, and then brewing it, the tea's aroma can be stimulated to the extreme."

Upon hearing this, the old steward froze on the spot, his old face filled with bewilderment and absurdity.

This... placing tea leaves on top of one's head to warm them for a moment?

He had lived for more than half his life and had drunk countless rare and exotic teas, but this was truly the first time he had ever heard of such an outrageous way to brew tea.

"Your Highness... this... if the tea leaves are placed on top of the head, what if... what if some dust or hair falls... wouldn't that contaminate the tea soup of such fine tea?" The old steward advised in a low, hesitant voice.

"Nonsense!"

The First Prince's expression stiffened, and he huffed with some displeasure:

"This Prince is of the royal lineage, cultivating the imperial Cultivation Technique, with an immaculate Physical Body and abundant Yang Qi. Where would any dust or hair come from?

Wanqing is a talented woman well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge; how could the secret technique from ancient texts she spoke of be fake?"

Seeing his master get angry, the old steward dared not say another word and hurriedly lowered his head, repeatedly agreeing.

Afterward, under the extremely shocked and strange gaze of the old steward.

The First Prince solemnly extended both hands and scooped up the small pinch of green tea leaves.

Then, taking a deep breath as if completing some sacred ritual, he steadily placed the handful of green tea leaves, spreading them flat, onto his forehead and the top of his head.

The setting sun shone in from outside the window.

The First Prince sat upright, dressed in embroidered python robes, exuding the majesty of the royal family.

However, on top of his head was a pile of green tea leaves.

This scene was truly indescribably bizarre and indescribably comical.

The First Prince closed his eyes and even specifically circulated the True Origin within his body.

He let the temperature of his forehead rise slightly so that the "Yang Qi" within his body could better warm these tea leaves.

About half an incense stick of time passed.

"Hoo..."

The First Prince let out a long sigh of relief, somewhat reluctantly swept the pile of green tea from his head, and carefully placed it into the purple clay teapot.

"Brew it." The First Prince waved his hand.

"Yes..."

The old steward wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly lifted the copper kettle, pouring boiling water into the pot.

The tea leaves unfolded in the cup, carrying a hint of warm tea fragrance.

The First Prince picked up the cup and took a light sip.

"Good tea! Wonderful!"

The First Prince's eyes suddenly brightened. He felt the tea was sweet upon entering his mouth, and it even carried a warm intensity he had never experienced before, rushing straight to the top of his head.

"In the past, when this Prince drank that tribute tea, it only felt astringent and hard to swallow.

Today, this tea, having been warmed by the Yang Qi of my forehead, is actually sweet as nectar, with a lingering fragrance that fills the room; it is truly indescribably wonderful!"

At this moment, the First Prince's psychological suggestion was pushed to the extreme; he felt this was the best green tea he had ever drunk in his life.

He then closed his eyes and couldn't help but praise repeatedly:

"As expected of the ancient method recommended by Wanqing. This Prince feels that within this tea soup, there is a vaguely vibrant feeling of abundance.

This way of drinking is truly extremely elegant!"

Watching the First Prince's intoxicated expression.

Eunuch Zhao, who was on the side, also felt his heart itching.

Could it be... that this method is real?

In this Great Jiang Imperial Dynasty, the cultivation of Martial Artists is strange and varied.

Could it be that warming tea on one's head can truly allow the True Origin within the body to resonate with the tea fragrance in some peculiar way, thereby assisting in cultivation?

The old steward's mind immediately became active.

Should he also go down and try it?

After serving the First Prince and letting him rest, the old steward rushed out. As soon as he returned to his servant quarters, he couldn't wait to dig out the half-catty of green tea he had treasured for many years.

"Plop."

A handful of green tea leaves was firmly placed on his bald head.

The old steward sat cross-legged and began to cultivate with his eyes closed.

Not many days later, this "Mysterious Cultivation Method of Warming Tea on the Head," "personally taught by the Daughter of the Prime Minister and personally verified by His Highness the First Prince," began to spread secretly within the First Princes Residence.

From stewards to guards, and then to the maids and servants of various quarters.

Good heavens, for a time, any servant in the residence who had some foundation in cultivation and wanted to advance further.

Before brewing tea, they all had to place a handful of green tea leaves on their heads, regardless of anything else.

Looking around, in the entire backyard and corridors of the First Princes Residence.

All the guards and servants had tops of their heads covered in a vibrant, verdant green.

This scene was truly lush and vibrant, directly maxing out the "color of health" in the First Princes Residence.

...

Meanwhile, Prime Ministers Mansion, inner chamber.

Ouyang Wanqing returned to her boudoir and sat before the brass mirror.

The figure in the mirror had a face like peach blossoms, her beautiful eyes still filled with lingering passion, and the charm unique to a young woman between her brows and eyes could not be hidden no matter how she tried.

On her fair, slender neck, a few faint red marks were still vaguely visible.

She bit her red lips lightly and cursed "lecher" under her breath.

Then, holding a sandalwood comb in her hand, she absent-mindedly combed her dark hair that cascaded down like a waterfall.

That lingering sensation was still trembling lightly in her bones even now.

However, after the Dual Cultivation, the pure True Origin within her body was exceptionally lively, circulating several times faster than usual.

Ouyang Wanqing's lips couldn't help but curl into a satisfied arc: "Hmph, it wasn't in vain that this Young Miss was worked so hard."

"Young Miss."

Just then, the slightly urgent voice of her maid, Xiao Cui, came from outside the door to report:

"Palace Master Su of Four Seas Academy has come to visit the mansion."