The welcoming banquet lasted until dusk. The tables in the hall were littered with cups and dishes, and all the officials who had attended had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. At last, led by Jiang Wan, they departed one after another.
When only a few people remained in the hall, Zhao Yun stepped forward and asked Lan Tian and Zhuge Liang, "Sir, the daylight outside is nearly gone. I'll first escort the Chancellor to the Post House to rest. Whatever important matters you have can wait until tomorrow, can't they?"
Zhuge Liang and Lan Tian exchanged a look, their hearts in perfect accord. The great matter of taking Liang Province had yet to be settled; at the very least, Zhuge Liang had no desire to return peacefully to the Post House.
"Zilong, return on your own for now. Ziyu and I still have matters to discuss," Zhuge Liang said.
"Uh... then Yun will wait and accompany the Chancellor," Zhao Yun said, cupping his fists.
Lan Tian smiled faintly. "Zilong, if you truly intend not to leave his side for even a step, Boyang, didn't you want to ask General Zhao for instruction in martial arts? The courtyard outside is spacious enough for you to stretch your limbs."
"Excellent. This is precisely what I had in mind as well. I hope General Zilong will not begrudge me his guidance." Lan Yuan made an inviting gesture.
"Chancellor, His Majesty ordered me not to leave your side even a step. What do you say?" Zhao Yun left the decision to Zhuge Liang.
Stroking his beard, Zhuge Liang smiled. "His Majesty told Zilong to protect me on the road. Ziyu's residence is no dragon's pool or tiger's den; there is no need to guard me at every moment."
"Uh... how would this subordinate dare?" Zhao Yun