"Anning...?"
Chen Mu murmured the two syllables, a faint smile on his lips.
It was A-Ning's courtesy name. Chen Mu had not forgotten it.
Song Anning. That was her name.
But Chen Mu preferred to call her A-Ning.
Now, though, he suddenly thought he might have a chance to take A-Ning to Youzhou.
Her origins had always been on his mind.
She was the daughter of a clerk in Youzhou City. Separated from her parents, she had no one to rely on now, and her heart and eyes were filled with Chen Mu alone.
Chen Mu would not let her down. Once they had weathered this winter's war, he planned to take A-Ning north to Youzhou to look for her relatives.
Even if the chance was one in ten thousand, they had to try.
If they found that her family was still alive, that silly girl who always clung to a little reserve would likely weep for joy, tears falling like rain on pear blossoms.
It would be quite a sight.
Amused by the thought, Chen Mu put away the peace pendant embroidered with "Anning" and headed out.
He immediately found a martial academy disciple and sent him to fetch Liu Meng. He left money with Liu Meng and told him to arrange the wedding.
By the time he had explained the details and sent everyone out to shop and prepare, the afternoon was nearly gone.
Fortunately, the sky was clear today. The wind was cold, but there were no dark clouds.
It barely counted as an auspicious day.
Holding the wedding that evening was rather rushed, though.
But Chen Mu had no better opportunity. He had only half a day to spare.
Once he had taken care of everything, Chen Mu realized he had yet to decide whom to