Shen You'an pointed to the opposite side: "Sit."
Yan Xue sat down again on her knees, picked up the tea set and began a seamless flow of washing and brewing tea. Every step she took was so pleasing to the eye.
Yan Xue placed a cup of clear tea in front of Shen You'an: "Please enjoy, Mr. Amos."
Shen You'an quietly tasted the tea, waiting for her to speak first.
Yan Xue gazed at the young man opposite, and slowly opened her mouth.
"Seventy years ago, the Xiao Family Army was defeated in that great battle, and Xiao Chuo lost his only son, Xiao Heng. Although Xiao Chuo was a warrior, he had read military books and understood that the morale of his army was lost; to fight a hopeless battle would be just a futile sacrifice. So, he decisively retreated to Yunzhou, severing his past, and went into hiding under a false name."
