"Sir, why is your zither play so careless today?"
The young man sighed deeply, "Ying Country to the north, the battlefields still unsettled, Li Guanyi's journey to Jiangnan is like nurturing a tiger. The affairs of the world, their end or beginning unknown, my heart is burdened with concerns for the state's affairs, how can I have the mood for playing the zither?"
The young girl asked, puzzled, "Sir, don't you have a strategy?"
Zhou Pinglu was silent for a long time before writing a letter to his family in Jiangnan, hoping they would report to Chen Dingye, saying, "Li Guanyi bears the air of a heroic overlord, and his army is fierce like wolves and tigers; he is certainly not one to be employed for long. In my view, it is better to use softness rather than force."
"His only flaw is a singular one, I only hope that my family will report it to His Majesty."
