Standing at the city gates with a group of his subordinates, Pei Shaoqing suddenly found himself in a daze.
He was reminded of the day Zheng Xuancheng had led a group to welcome him.
This very moment felt just like that one.
"My lord, they're here," Chen Zhongyi prompted.
Pei Shaoqing snapped back to reality and looked ahead, his brow immediately furrowing. A retinue of twenty to thirty people, including maids and attendants, escorted four horse-drawn carriages as they slowly approached.
"What a grand display," Song Youcai remarked, his small eyes narrowing. "My lord, I'm afraid they don't come in peace."
Pei Shaoqing was unconcerned.
'I'm a newcomer too,' he thought, 'and I don't come in peace either.'
'And I was here first.'
In the lead carriage, Zhou Xiangyang had his arms around two beautiful women. One fed him fruit, the other wine. He couldn't be happier.
