"May I ask the esteemed general's surname?"
"Zheng Fan."
"General Zheng is renowned; I've heard of your name."
The Qian State court had presented a different version of Mianzhou's fall to the populace. However, the Royal Mansion of Prince Fu was certainly entitled to, and possessed the channels to learn, the truth of that night. That, however, was the account of Mianzhou's first capture. Perhaps, before long, a new version—Zheng Fan's second attack on Mianzhou—would surface. After all, Prince Fu's head had become the finest embellishment for this second battle for Mianzhou.
The princess smiled gently, a touch of her warm and alluring grace evident as she said, "General Zheng, it is indeed abrupt for me to invite you to this private meeting. There is a deal I would like to discuss with you."
"Well, what a coincidence. I was a businessman before joining the army."
