Chen Tang stepped out of the carriage, his face revealing an expression of admiration as he praised, "The heritage of the noble families is truly extraordinary. Tang is filled with awe."
Yan Xianshi looked at his face, seemingly scrutinizing him to see if his admiration was genuine.
Chen Tang did indeed show admiration, which made him feel gratified.
Yan Xianshi smiled and said, "Lord Chen Tang, the strange omen in the sky is visible only to you alone. For ten years I honed this sword, its frosty blade yet untried; today I show it to you, Lord Chen Tang, just to let you see that the sword of my thirteen noble families remains sharp. Your late father looked upon this sword back then, and today you too must look upon it."
Chen Tang felt a surge of involuntary respect and said, "The heritage of the thirteen noble families is profound, and their ambitions are vast."
Yan Xianshi gave him a deep look and smiled. "After seeing it, you must not tell outsiders."
He clapped his hands, and several minor officials flew over, presenting wine vessels.
Yan Xianshi poured the wine and said, "You have after all served at court for many years, and the court has never treated you unfairly. To leave without a sound makes the hearts of many friends grow cold."
"It is Tang's fault."
Chen Tang bowed deeply until his head touched the ground and said, "Whether Lord wishes to beat or punish, I submit entirely to your discretion."
Yan Xianshi raised his wine cup, brought it before him, and smiled. "Beating and punishment are out of the question. After all, you and I have served at court together for many years; although we cannot be called close friends, as Vice Minister of Revenue you were dedicated