Hou Zhun was sitting in the guest hall, sipping tea.
The tea from Changmen was fragrant, a flavor not found elsewhere; each visit found him indulging, sometimes even taking some tea with him.
Feeling quite at ease, he heard footsteps and instinctively stood up, greeting the newcomer with humble respect.
"Princess."
Originally an officer in the Qi Army, even after siding with Feng Yun, he need not be overly humble.
Yet he couldn't help himself.
It wasn't because of Feng Yun's beauty, or anything else, but beneath her gentle smile, there was always a sharpness that seemed to peer into one's soul, a spirited confidence and unwavering certainty that made him willingly look to her for direction.
"General Hou has been waiting," Feng Yun, usually quite amiable, said with a slight smile.
"Shall we set out now?"
Hou Zhun bowed his hands, "Yes."
The two of them stepped out together.
