Upon his last word, he rose to his feet.
At the moment he agreed, Chen Rong picked up the veiled hat on the side and wore in over her head, then she took a few steps backward and demurely stood behind him.
The door squeaked open.
Into the door were Chen Yuan and two other scholars. As soon as he entered, his eyes glanced to Chen Rong and then back to Sun Yan.
After appraising them, he pleasantly raised his clasped hands: “General Sun, it’s an honor.”
Sun Yan also returned him an acknowledgement per gentry standards. “My pleasure,” he smiled.
Chen Yuan laughed jovially. “Are you surnamed Sun, general? Then who are your ancestors, if I may ask?”
“I am a direct descendant of Sun Zhongmou of Jiangdong,” Sun Yan lightly replied.