"Send her in!"
Chen Yueming watched as the door opened to reveal his wife in the robes of red and white of the WuYangChen sect, her hair was held in a finely crafted gold hair pin which glimmered where it rested from ontop her head.
Chen Liling was the epitome of grace, born from a noble sect, the way she walked was an attestation to the strong family background from which she came. The couple greeted each other with a bow.
"Chen Yueming."
"Lady Chen."
Rising on his feet, Chen Yueming walked over to where he wife was, in a hand sweeping motion he showed her to a seat by his desk, not leaving her side until she had taken a seat. Only then did he walk over to sit on the other side of the desk.
