C81 The Army Descended

Only a woman of her caliber could possibly be his match.

Yu Shuang stole a glance at the tender Wang Feng, musing to herself.

Wang Feng casually set Eldest Princess Yu Shuang aside and took a seat at the stone table. He lifted the cup of tea brewed by Ye Muqing to his lips and sipped. Instantly, he felt invigorated.

Indeed, tea brewed by a celestial being was extraordinary—simply divine