That was the chair Ning Xiaoxian had just sat in, with half a cup of tea still on the table next to it.
Since Qing Ji came unexpectedly, Ning Xiaoxian left in a hurry, and the maid didn't manage to take it back. Normally, this would be extremely rude, and Miluo's people rarely act so carelessly. But nobody is perfect, or maybe it was fate, that the cup of tea was still left in its original place.
Ning Xiaoxian had been sitting there for quite a while. The Spiritual Tea had long gone cold. Given that Qing Ji had never tried Spiritual Tea and was unfamiliar with its taste, Miluo was not worried he would discover the tea's secret. However, both noticed a bit of delicate, rosy color remaining on the edge of the fine porcelain cup.
