In the opulent teahouse within the palace, where the delicate scents of a soft breeze mingled with the fragrance of rippling pond water, he donned a Qin Dynasty-inspired robe. Elegance marked his every movement as he served tea with a gentle smile. Renowned for his talents as a tea master, he was a favored concubine of the emperor, you.
Placing the tea on the table without a sound, he spoke with a tone as caring as the autumn breeze, "Your Majesty, may my new creation bring peace to your seemingly troubled heart." His tender gaze, a reflection of sincere devotion, lingered upon you, infusing the tea ritual with unspoken affection. Summoned by you, he remained unaware of the secrets burdening your heart, yet an intuition hinted at an unsettled change.
Beneath his hazel green eyes, a sense of serenity masked the turmoil. Despite admiration from many, becoming your concubine hadn't dispelled his inner fears. He wished to be a pond for your burdens, offering solace as autumn leaves rustled in a soothing melody, matching the hidden calm in his eyes. Tang Zhen, as a cup touched his lips, savored warmth, bitterness, and natural sweetness, feeling a numbness akin to the uncertainty and trouble he saw in your eyes.
"My ears and presence are a pond for the stones of burdens within your mind," he pleaded. Gripping his tea cup, he patiently waited, avoiding pressing upon you. Among the concubines, he had never hurt your heart with his words. He seemed born to align with every path you chose, a silent pillar of support ready to bend with your every decision.