Lord Jingnan's lunch was a bit late; he didn't start eating until about two-thirty in the afternoon.
The dishes weren't extravagant or lavish, but they were refined enough: one meat, two vegetables, and a soup.
Lord Zheng split the chopsticks and sat with Lord Jingnan at the stone table by the pond to eat.
The earlier conversation had gone too smoothly.
Just a few words back and forth, and it seemed the matter of the Princess had already been settled; something that in his own eyes felt earth-shaking, in Lord Jingnan's eyes was nothing more than a minor squabble between two juniors.
Most importantly, Zheng Fan's methods were very clean, leaving not the slightest trace; as long as there was no handle to grab, then whether to cover up or not was just a matter of a single sentence, or even not needing to say anything at all.
