Qian Chang Xin came up to bow to Tian Kun with both hands raised. He bowed to open the curtain and revealed to Tian Kun He Heng and Qu Qing Ju sitting together. There was a hint of intimacy between the two. He quickly lowered his head, afraid to look.
“Biao xiong [i] doesn’t have to be so courteous,” He Heng held Qu Qing Ju’s hand as they walked out of the sedan. He smiled: “We are one family, there’s no need to be so polite.” Finishing, he held out a hand to let Tian Kun straighten before he walked into the gate with Qu Qing Ju.
“Jiujiu.” Qu Qing Ju gave a very deep bow. She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her. His appearance was proper and he had a strong posture. It was easy to feel at ease with this man.
As her uncle, Tian Jin Ke hadn’t spent much time with Qu Qing Ju. He made a motion as to support Qu Qing Ju and quickly scanned her. He saw that his niece seemed to be living well before he bowed with two hands up: “Wang ye, wang fei.”
“Marquess doesn’t have to be so courteous. You are wang fei’s jiujiu, so you are ben wang’s jiujiu,” He Heng returned a greeting, “There’s no need to be so polite.”
Tian Jin Ke smiled as he straightened. In a warm voice he responded: “If that it so, then this lowly official can only overlook protocol. Wang ye, please come with this official.” The smile on his face became much friendlier but his conduct still held to protocol. But even like this, it still allowed people to feel that his attitude was much more intimate.