Chapter 1459: They Really Are Bold

Actually, she certainly knew, it wasn’t some coincidence, probably it was the spies who told Fan Xinhui she went out today.

Therefore, Fan Xinhui specifically came to block her.

In her contemplation, Fan Xinhui already lifted the curtain and stepped down from the carriage.

"Last time I didn’t get to properly thank you, if you don’t mind, there’s a teahouse nearby, would you give me the honor to treat you to a cup of tea?"

She intended to probe, and naturally, Bai Zhi’er also wanted to see what they were up to, thus she didn’t refuse.

The young girl smiled brightly: "Sure, let’s taste the tea before heading back."

After saying this, she took the initiative to step into the teahouse.

Seeing her so straightforward, Fan Xinhui hesitated for a moment.

The people of Peng City evidently loved drinking tea as well.

It was only morning, outside was a downpour, yet it did not affect the teahouse’s business in the slightest.

The first floor of the teahouse was crowded, with barely space to move without stepping on someone.

"Let’s go to the second floor." Fan Xinhui suggested.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse personally came to greet them: "Greetings, Madam Fan, please come to the elegant room on the second floor."

His respectful attitude made Bai Zhi’er affirm in her mind that the Fan Family was the real power holder in Peng City.

The private tea room was very elegant, the fragrant aroma of tea was refreshing and pleasant.

Sitting by the spacious window, Bai Zhi’er glanced outside and could see the Jian River flowing through Peng City.

Despite the bustling and lively atmosphere, it was not affected by the rainy weather at all.

Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

Although governor Ke Yong and Madam Fan Xinhui’s personal relationship was too chaotic,

one must admit, all of Peng City and even Yuzhou were thriving, and they were indeed good officials.

Fan Xinhui personally prepared the tea. Seeing her skill, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but comment: "Madam Fan’s skill is exceptional; you must be a tea enthusiast?"

"Miss has keen eyes, you can see through it, my mother came from a tea-picking noble family in Nanzhou, and I learned some tea-making skills following her since childhood."

Bai Zhi’er deliberately pondered: "I see, Nanzhou’s Qing tea is famous. It used to be a tribute tea of the former dynasty, exclusively for the Imperial Family!"

Fan Xinhui’s faint smile momentarily froze.

Bai Zhi’er pretended not to notice, smiling sweetly: "It’s really lucky to taste the tea personally brewed by Madam Fan today."

Fan Xinhui quickly smiled lightly: "You overpraise me."

After a round of tea, they exchanged some casual conversation.

Fan Xinhui eventually asked: "I have talked with Miss for a while, but may I know your esteemed surname?"

This was an attempt to find out which family lady she belonged to.

Bai Zhi’er held her teacup, smiling simply: "Madam Fan can just call me Miss Jing."

Jing...

Fan Xinhui quickly pondered inwardly; she hadn’t heard of any prominent figure surnamed Jing in the Capital.

After a few more cups of tea, Bai Zhi’er found it uninteresting.

She saw through that Fan Xinhui did not intend to harm her, just plain questioning to probe her identity.

Giving Bai Zhi’er an impression of being ready to arrange the former Crown Prince’s escape anytime if needed.

"I’ve been out long enough, I should head back, or my brother will be worried." Bai Zhi’er put down the teacup.

Fan Xinhui escorted her to the door.

As the door to the tea room opened, they suddenly saw a tall man who seemed just over thirty.

His features were firm, and his gaze cold.

Bai Zhi’er met his eyes briefly, then Fan Xinhui immediately said: "He is our household guard."

Fan Xinhui gave a signal, and the man slowly moved aside.

In those few fleeting moments, Bai Zhi’er already guessed the man’s identity.

Their guts were truly large, bringing the former Crown Prince over to test if she recognized him.

Bai Zhi’er made a move to leave, but after two steps, she suddenly paused.

She turned back, the tall man stood beside Fan Xinhui, both eyes fixed on her.

Perhaps not expecting Bai Zhi’er to suddenly turn around, Fan Xinhui was taken aback.

"Miss Jing, is there anything else?"

Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly: "I remembered something I’d like to tell Madam Fan."