As Guan Shuyan sat at the tea table brewing tea, the conversation between Song Zhiyuan and Duke Dingguo had shifted from leisure to state affairs, yet the two seemed to reach a consensus, and did not shy away from Guan Shuyan, directly discussing some national policies.
The topic wasn't confidential, yet unlikely to be heard by average students or minor officials, but Guan Shuyan could hear everything clearly.
Though Song Zhiyuan was discussing state policies with Duke Dingguo, the corner of his eye was watching Guan Shuyan, observing her kneeling before the table, calm in demeanor, brewing tea like flowing clouds, very elegant, as if she hadn't heard their conversation at all.
Such composure at a young age made Song Zhiyuan nod subtly in approval, his eyes smiling brighter.
Duke Dingguo was also an old fox, noticing the satisfaction and appreciation in Song Zhiyuan's eyes, he couldn't help but glance at his youngest daughter, proudly puffing out his chest, feeling honored.
