Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

Refilling his cup, Harper said, "General, although the tea is a good thing, one should not take too much at a time. Three cups should be quite enough."

Maxwell didn't quite believe all that his host claimed about the tea. Even so, when he was done with three cups of it, he felt quite warm and more comfortable than he'd been in months. "Could I perhaps have some of this tea to take back home?" he finally asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, General, but I'm afraid that a proper environment is necessary for tasting the tea. Besides, preparing it is a very complicated process, and I'm afraid none of your servants will know how to do so." For some reason she paused just then, as though preparing herself for something. "And actually, General, I'm not so sure you should trust the tea made by the people in your house."

A deep frown creased Maxwell's face. In a voice that was tense with restrain, he replied, "Your Highness, I'm not a man who likes to beat around the bush. Please get st

u making fun of me?!" With eyes fuming with rage, he slammed the note down on the table, which rattled the empty cups. He was desperate, all right—he had been ever since learning of the fact that the emperor was ultimately behind it all. But he wasn't going to let someone just rub salt into the wound!

Shaking her head, Harper got up, pushed her chair in, and took a step back from the table. "General, why don't you go there and find out for yourself? You'll see whether I'm tricking you, or if I've really got a surprise for you."

"You can't fool me!" he snapped.

"It's all up to you, General." Saying this, the woman swept away without looking back. Maxwell wanted to stop her, but he didn't dare start anything here. After all, Harper was Prince Matthew's wife, not just a little girl that anyone could push around. Even before she'd been married, not everyone could get away with bullying her. So the general let her go and sat alone for a while, fuming and wondering.