Chen Fang grinned, clasping one hand over the other as she returned the gesture. Upon raising herself up, the red tassel of her hat swung to and fro, and not once did that grin falter.
"Does it, my lord? I can only wonder what that means. Oh, is it good? Is it bad? What kind of reputation has the son of Chen Gong earned?”
Puzzled by her correction, Zhang Liao lifted his head and moved out of the humble bow, dark eyes narrowed in both suspicion and confusion. Pursed lips parted as he took in a breath—just enough to respond swiftly and respectfully to the strategist’s descendant.
“Pardon my assumption,” the warrior began, pausing only for a beat before continuing again, “however my lord’s strategist has spoken a great deal about his daughter. Never once has he mentioned a son.” Another moment of hesitation, and then he began again.
“The reputation she has earned is a pleasant one.”
"Learn what, and from who if I’m always protected?”
"I’m just passing by, Zhang Liao. I do not want any trouble. Not today."
“Then do as you were bid to.”
"All the more reason I should acquire said experience in those realms instead of being constantly protected, my lord."
…you will learn.”
“Ruin me? My lord, I can only become an ever better person than I already am! One or two suitors won’t dampen my happiness! I’m not a baby anymore.”
“You may not be a child, but you are inexperienced in many realms. It is my duty—my purpose to shield and guide you.”
"… I was on my way to the wash area." Xing firmly stated. "What business I have there is certainly none of yours.”
“Then you may visit the wash area—
—in your district.”