Just then, a loud voice came from the courtyard gate: “Is General Sun here? My master is very glad to learn of your visit. He has prepared a humble meal in your honor and especially sent me to invite you.”
Sun Yan scowled and muttered: “I hate these customs the most.”
He was about to refuse when a warmth lay over his hand. It was Chen Rong who gently pressed him down.
She was looking at him, her eyes dark yet steady. “My young sir, you mustn’t refuse them.” Upon seeing Sun Yan’s quizzical expression, she smiled and playfully said, “General Ran didn’t give you orders to take advantage of the nobles’ panic and pressure them for some military provisions, seeing as how they are filled with grains and money?”
Sun Yan laughed. He covered his mouth and whispered: “I’d have forgotten if not for your reminder.”