The servant was confused.
An honored guest?
What kind of honored guest would come to their shop at a time like this?
But he didn't dare ask. He simply bowed his head and went to carry out his orders.
...
A horse-drawn carriage slowly pulled to a stop before the tea shop. An old man with white hair and a white beard, dressed in fine brocade, stepped down. He looked up at the shop's sign, stroking his beard.
"This must be the place?"
A passerby recognized him and gasped in a low voice.
"Lord Sacrificial Officer!?"
Who else could it be but Tang Zhongli, the Imperial College Sacrificial Officer!?
Tang Zhongli seemed to ignore the surrounding murmurs. After confirming he was at the right place, he lifted the hem of his robes and strode inside.
Although the servant inside had never met Tang Zhongli, he had clearly heard the commotion outside. Both shocked and delighted, he hurried forward to greet him.
