Pan Zi'an put away his large fan with a smile and said, "This is fate. You are my little friend, and your father came to me with the fan I gave you asking for help, so I had to go out of my way to save him."
Liang Zechong laughed heartily, "Only you, Mr. Pan, would do a good deed and yet speak of it in such an offbeat way." He then said to Qian Yixiu with a smile, "Mr. Pan and I had nothing to do, so we decided to come over to your place for a visit. We intended to come earlier to help Zhaozhao with his cannon, but we were delayed."
Qian Yixiu immediately expressed his warmest welcome.
As they spoke, the two men got out of the carriage and followed Qian Yixiu on foot toward Guiyuan.
Liang Zechong was dressed in a breathable cotton-linen ash-white robe, his hair tied atop his head with a jade pin, fanning himself from time to time.
