“Hey, you! Get your damn hands off her!”
As for Sunli, she had disappeared before he could invite her.
Getting someone to send a message to General Yin was a chore in itself. The guard stationed at the entrance brusquely refused his request until Huang Ming slipped some money to appease him. Immediately the guard’s attitude changed, and quickly sent a runner to inform the general.
When Huang Ming finally saw the general, he could not help but feel that the older man was everything the stories say. A man in his prime, dignified and composed, strong and yet carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“The general is the pillar of the country, it is my honour to have this meeting with you,” Huang Ming said, bowing deeply to the famous patriot.
“New waves overcome the old. You are young, but you have already done so much,” General Yin praised after they had seated themselves.
The general’s grey eyes twinkled and a smile tugged at his lips.
Huang Ming took out a foldable fan, a gift from Qiong Ying.
The general smiled as Huang Ming’s motion. From his mouth came humble words, yet his gesture was a non-verbal confirmation.
“You think too highly of me. It seems that I must thank her for speaking on my behalf,” Huang Ming replied.
“Certainly. What is it that you wish to know?” Huang Ming asked.
The two men then spent some time and copious cups of tea discussing various military topics. It was mostly about the Wei armies and their commander.
“General Ran Wei’s reputation is well deserved,” Yin Yanzhao said with a hint of admiration. “It seems he does what is necessary to win, no matter the cost.”
General Yin smiled. “Miss Zhao said you were the sole reason that the army managed to return home at all.”
General Yin turned sharply at the comment.
“Of course. She is my fiancée after all,” Huang Ming informed him and covertly observed his reaction.
“I had no idea,” he said.
“Had I known this, I would have not invited her yesterday,” the general said in an apologetic tone.
This time General Yin did not conceal his surprise. “She is your fiancée, it was not proper for me to have done so.”
For a moment, General Yin stared at him in bafflement. Then he sighed.
Huang Ming merely fanned himself. It seemed that the older man was genuinely embarrassed, and there was no need for him to make the general feel any worse.
Huang Ming snapped his fan shut. “That is not why I had called on you,” he said.
“No, I have a much more important matter to discuss,” Huang Ming said with all seriousness.
Who should appear but the woman in their discussion, Zhao Sunli the War Goddess. Her height, tanned skin and toned figure drew looks as she strode purposefully to their table.
“Gentlemen, I hope I am not interrupting,” Sunli said.
Sunli frowned but did so.
Sunli’s eyes widened. She had spent the part of the previous day with the general and somehow avoided the issue of her engagement with Huang Ming.
“Come, have a bun and drink some tea,” Huang Ming said with a grin.
Trapped in this wrangle,
His neck, she wanted to strangle.