Chen Rong rose and lifted her curtain, showing her delicate face as she angrily said, “General Sun is a descendant of Sun Zhongmou in Jiangdong; he is an honorable man. His family has been killed by the barbarians on their way south. There is an irreconcilable enmity between him and the barbarians. How can you ridicule such a man, sir?”
Here, she flapped her long sleeves and censured him: “Hmph, I have no desire to speak to people like you.”
And then she actually turned around and stalked away.
They didn’t expect her to be so quick tempered. The scholar swiftly rose to his feet and bowed deeply toward her, saying: “I am ashamed. I’ve misspoken. Please do not be offended, miss.”
They were very sincere words.
Chen Rong’s face remained hardened. She gave him no reply and continued to head straight out.