Upon leaving the ancestral hall, Zheng Fan opened his umbrella again.
Lord Jingnan walked in front, while Zheng Fan lagged half a step behind, not deliberately exposing half his shoulder to the rain, as the umbrella was large enough.
After all, it was a military item, how could he use a small flower umbrella meant for women?
Actually, Zheng Fan still felt that the lord was too anxious.
The most crucial point was, Lord Zheng didn't see himself as a blessed general. His fortune stemmed from his strength rather than traditional luck,
as he never felt that he'd inevitably be shot by a stray arrow during a charge on the battlefield;
If not for A Ming carrying Mo Wan,
he would have been shot into a porcupine long ago, nothing like those leads who can bid long farewells to brothers or women unscathed.
