64. Is this tea good or not?

In a spacious rectangular Japanese-style room, walls covered with screens painted with white divine birds ready to take flight, yellow silk cords hung from the black beams.

Seated at the head was a noble lady wearing a light blue kimono.

If one knew Jiutiao Meiji was a descendant of Empress Zhenming, Jiutiao Jiezi, and then felt that the two bore a resemblance in appearance, then just by looking at this noble lady's appearance, one would know she must be related to Jiutiao Jiezi by blood.

Behind the noble lady was a large crest of the Jiutiao Family—a Jiutiao Vine.

"Meiji, wasn't your trip abroad supposed to last a month? Why have you returned today?"

Jiutiao Meiji, sitting upright, answered, "I heard Mother was holding a tea ceremony today, so I rushed back."

Jiutiao's mother smiled quietly and observed her daughter without saying a word.

Pretending to be puzzled, Jiutiao Meiji looked down at her attire, "What is it, Mother?"