"Greetings, City Lord, Steward Zhou."
Sikong Lian waved his hand and asked, "Is Young Master Xu still inside?"
"He has been," the guard replied.
"After he went in, he never came back out."
"Go announce us. Tell him the City Lord wishes to see him," Steward Zhou instructed.
The guard did not dare delay and turned to run into the courtyard.
A moment later, the guard came out first, followed closely by Xu Zimo, who strode over with an air of swagger.
Sikong Lian stood with his hands behind his back, looking Xu Zimo up and down.
As he sized Xu Zimo up, Xu Zimo looked as though he had just woken from a nap, languidly glancing at him.
"You are the husband my daughter found for herself?" Sikong Lian asked bluntly, without wasting words.
"When did the two of you meet?"
"If I said it was love at first sight, would the City Lord believe me?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"You had best think carefully before answering me," Sikong Lian said mildly.
"The City Lord should ask Sikong Qing that. I cannot tell you much; she knows better than I do," Xu Zimo replied.
"You are not afraid of me," Sikong Lian said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Xu Zimo's attitude and answers made it seem as though he had not put him in his eyes at all.
Just as Steward Zhou had said, this man was far too composed.
Was he not afraid of death?
"Why should I fear you? Does falling in love have to put one's life in danger?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
Sikong Lian frowned slightly.
He seemed to be deep in thought. Xu Zimo gave him a very strange impression.
It left Sikong Lian unable to see through him.
But he