"You're being modest." He Qunying said, "In today's court of military generals, who can match your acumen and Ming Zhi's?"
"And what help can my acumen offer you?"
He Qunying leaned in a bit closer: "A personal matter."
Pei Zhan shot him a sidelong glance, then put down the wine cup he'd brought to his lips: "I don't meddle in personal matters. I, for one, have never liked interfering in others' private affairs."
"But this matter also concerns you." He Qunying straightened up as he spoke, "I heard your newly wedded wife is the granddaughter of Ning Pochi and coincidentally the daughter of the Master of this place."
Pei Zhan held his wine cup, gazed at him for a moment, and said calmly: "So what?"
