Yao Zheyu's attitude was exceedingly humble, as though he were addressing an elder, "Grand Master Zhou, ever since I returned to the capital, you have been occupied, and I've had no chance to invite you to dine. Today, I would like to ask you for the honor of sharing a simple meal."
Zhou Shuren was well aware that Yao Zheyu had been wanting to make contact, but there had been no opportunity for a meeting. He was filled with emotion; when they first met, he hadn't considered Yao Zheyu important, his manner was lofty, summoning him and dismissing him at will. Now, just to invite him for a meal, he had to arrange his demeanor properly, "Princely Heir, please."
Yao Zheyu gestured for him to proceed, truly afraid that Grand Master Zhou would not give him face. Although he had fought in wars and was a Princely Heir, he understood that these titles were temporary, and in the future, he would have to live at the mercy of others.
