The strategist's wine at the table had not been touched, and only two bites had been taken from the dishes. From the beginning of the welcoming banquet until Shen Tang called him out, he had sat quietly with his head lowered, saying neither a word nor a sound, his presence exceedingly faint.
At this, he raised his head.
He revealed a warm, kind face.
Yes, warm and kind.
It was as though the corners of his eyes and brows had been carefully polished, rounded until they had no edges at all. He wore a neatly trimmed short beard, with refined and elegant features and a steady bearing. At first glance, he was plainly a handsome, well-read middle-aged man with an air of scholarship.
To put it simply—
If this man appeared in a television drama, he would absolutely be one of the good guys!
The only shortcoming was that he was not particularly imposing in build. Combined with his overly harmless bearing, he even gave people the impression that he was somewhat frail. Neither his looks, temperament, nor physique was the type Prefect Lu favored.
With Prefect Lu's boorish temperament, he would never let someone who did not please his eye take the position of second-in-command.
She was still confident of that much.
Before the Middle-aged Man could react, Shen Tang turned her head with a smile and asked Prefect Lu, "Lord Lu, could you introduce us?"
Prefect Lu: "..."
He looked at Shen Tang, then at the man.
His lips moved, but he did not speak.
For some unknown reason, the atmosphere suddenly stiffened.
There was even a faint, solemn and dangerous air.
Shen Tang laughed awkwardly. "Why are you being so stingy, Lord Lu? I'm only asking. I had no intention of prying someone away from you... Is