The sound of horse hooves faded away.
The night in Guyuan was so cold that it seemed like it could freeze the air with a gentle touch. Chen Wenzong, like shattering the ice, ventured alone into the night.
Zhang Zheng stood in the post station's backyard and exclaimed, "Chen Ji, your Chen family finally has a decent figure!"
Zhang Xia whispered, "A lord changes as a tiger, a petty man reforms his face, and a gentleman changes as a leopard."
Zhang Zheng scratched his head, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Xia smiled and explained, "A king is like a tiger, magnificent and dominant, able to tame power; a petty man is timid, without his own opinions, drifting with the tide; a gentleman is like a leopard, low-key and hidden when unnecessary, but decisive in action when needed."
Chen Ji made a sound of agreement, "My brother truly lives up to the term 'gentleman.'"
As he spoke, the sound of a slap resonated in the courtyard, Mrs. Liang slapped Wang Gui across the face.
