The air around Yang Qing shifted subtly after the statement, but his steady movements with the tea remained uninterrupted. A brief silence followed, neither Yang Qing nor Fan Mei speaking, as the former focused on finishing the brewing process.
Only when he was satisfied that the tea met his exacting standards did he finally look up.
"It's done," he said, his tone and expression devoid of the playfulness they held earlier.
"Thank you," Fan Mei replied with a slight nod of gratitude.
"The payment…" Yang Qing began as he took his seat. "Is it for him, or is it a last will?" he asked.
"A last will," Fan Mei answered, her smile tinged with bitterness.
"Figures," Yang Qing murmured, as if he'd already expected the response.
"What do you think his chances are?" he asked suddenly.