"Elder Chen, come inside and talk."
Liang Qu took a step back, making room.
"Aren't you in a hurry, sir?"
Chen Zhao'an scanned him from head to toe, unsure in his heart.
Liang Qu, with a long spear slung across his back and a great bow in hand, as well as armored bracers, looked as if he was about to leave the house for a fierce fight.
Could this be delayed?
"No need to hurry on my end either; there's still half a month to maneuver. It's good that Elder Chen you came today; it saves a wasted trip. Going tomorrow would also be in time."
With the conversation having reached this point, Chen Zhao'an did not waste more time making excuses, uttered an apology for the intrusion, and stepped in through the door.
In the courtyard, Chen Xiu put down the chicken feather duster and turned to the stove room to boil water for tea.
Chen Zhao'an took notice and hesitated, "That's Elder Chen's daughter from the army, isn't it?"
