Zhang Chen suddenly felt that his hand was hot—not ordinarily hot, but scorching hot.
Remembering how Zhong Xiang had left today with tears shimmering in her eyes, Zhang Chen suddenly felt that he deserved to die ten thousand deaths. He really was no kind of person at all. How could he have touched Zhong Xiang's butt in front of so many people?
More importantly, what exactly had he done in the northern lands?
Jiang Nan burst out laughing when she saw Zhang Chen's expression. "You really didn't know Zhong Xiang was a girl? But you touched her butt the moment you met her, so you must be quite familiar with each other. How could you not know her gender? How did you two meet?"
Seeing Jiang Nan's gossiping face, Zhang Chen snapped, "Enough, stop prying. It has nothing to do with you!"
He was somewhat anxious, wondering how he was supposed to explain this to Old Master Zhong. After all, he had touched a young lady's butt in broad daylight before a crowd. It would probably be difficult for her to find a husband in the capital after this.
Seeing Zhang Chen's troubled expression, Jiang Nan giggled. "Don't pull such a long face. Miss Zhong is broad-minded and won't blame you. I prepared some wine and dishes today to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey. Tomorrow, I'll go find Miss Zhong with you and apologize. I'll explain it clearly for you then. I'm sure Miss Zhong won't keep pestering you over it."
Jiang Nan had the servants bring over wine and food. The two sat in the pavilion drinking heartily, reminiscing about old times. Yet as they talked, somehow, at some point, they ended up rolling together.
The next morning
Jiang Nan sat up as though