Shi Fengju didn't return until it was dark.
In the Yuhe Tower located at the commercial center of Qingzhou, in a tasteful chamber on the third floor, Shi Fengju was drinking with a man dressed in a treasure-blue brocade robe patterned with hidden jade Bi motifs. The man had a tall and slender figure, with bright and spirited eyes, and handsome brows. Sitting across from Shi Fengju, his eyes frequently creased with smiles—it was none other than Zhuang Weixian.
Talk about irony; the mothers of the two despised each other to the point of outright confrontation, yet these two were indeed good brothers who cherished each other. This time, when Shi Fengju had to travel afar, had Mrs. Zhuang not insisted on keeping Zhuang Weixian behind for matchmaking purposes, he would have surely accompanied Shi Fengju as in previous years.
