After a year's absence, Fu Zhi's hair grew even whiter, his face more lined, with an air of gloom between his brows. Seeing his grandson and future granddaughter-in-law, he couldn't help but smile, though the worry between his brows didn't diminish much; instead, his eyes were filled with even greater concern.
Zhao Hanzhang dismounted ten steps away from him, then quickly approached with Fu Tinghan to pay respects, "Grandfather Fu!"
Fu Zhi's beard fluttered in the cold wind; he grabbed his unruly beard with one hand and beckoned with the other, "Quickly rise, quickly rise, the envoy from Xiliang is already waiting in the tent, let's go and meet them."
Zhao Hanzhang agreed with a smile and entrusted the accompanying people to Fan Ying for management.
She followed closely behind Fu Zhi, "Who from Xiliang has come?"
"It is Chief of Staff Yang Dan."
Yang Dan was a tall scholar, with a small mustache, fair-skinned, and a medium-long face, exuding righteousness.
