Little Girl brought over the tea. "Drink up. Fairy added honey, so the tea isn't so bitter."
"Thank you."
Liu Yong smiled and nodded to the girl, then glanced at Zhang Er inside the room.
He had seen Little Girl at the Jing Residence in the Capital City before, but he had never seen this man.
Zhang Er had come on his employer's orders to deliver things to Li Ping'an's family.
He had no idea what bewitching potion his employer had swallowed to practically worship this man like an ancestor.
Zhang Er had learned a little from the steward and could vaguely guess that this scholarly-looking fellow was probably no ordinary man.
But that was all...
At this moment, looking at Liu Yong, Lord Wu’an, whom he had seen on the street just last month, he could not help swallowing.
How could he have missed the excitement on the day Liu Yong returned to his hometown?
But back then, Liu Yong had been surrounded by the local Prefect, several County Magistrates, and the local gentry, all people of standing.
Naturally, he could only watch from afar with his companions.
Everyone spoke of returning home in embroidered robes, basking in boundless glory.
Who would not envy that?
Over the past few days, Zhang Er had even dreamed of suddenly catching Lord Wu’an's eye one day.
Of being promoted by him to general, then slaying enemies on the battlefield and winning a beauty's hand...
Yet Liu Yong could never have imagined it.
That he would actually meet Lord Wu’an face-to-face one day.
Looking at Lord Wu’an up close, he could distinctly feel an invisible pressure.
Though the man wore winter clothes, they still could not conceal his muscular frame.
Yet his face was very mild, his skin sallow, nothing like a commanding,