With a fresh-faced little maid at his side, her pretty brows curved like crescent moons and "young master" on her lips at every turn, Zhao Gou felt a world away from the scorn and ridicule he had endured in the Lineage. The contrast was wonderful. If he had a folding fan to wave, it would be perfect.
Fortunately, he had not been carried away. He knew he owed all this to Luo Qian. Without the Saint Stones, he would never have received such treatment. Zhao Guangying and the others waited for him in the council hall. Though they were angry, circumstances forced them to treat the boy with courtesy.
At the door, Zhao Gou suddenly quickened his pace. He ran into the hall, bowed low, and put on a look of fearful respect. "Uncle!" Zhao Guangying felt a little better. At least the boy knows what's good for him. All the care I gave him wasn't wasted. Zhao Gou was no fool, either. Even with Luo Qian behind him, he knew he ought to keep a low profile.
"Gou'er, they specifically asked to negotiate with you. There isn't much to discuss. Just tell him we accept their terms and ask them to deliver the goods as soon as possible," Zhao Guangying said. Even he found "Gou'er" embarrassingly affectionate—and it sounded far too much like "doggie."
Zhao Gou paid it no mind. He bowed again. "As you command, Uncle."
Last time, he had gone in with head high and spirits blazing, ready to charge into battle. This time, with a pretty maid beside him and a paper folding fan in hand, he looked as though he were off to enjoy the mountains and rivers. What a pleasure!
The negotiations went smoothly. Luo Qian and his party returned Planet Mine Tent No.