Green Mountain

The sound of horse hooves faded away.

The night in Guyuan was so cold that it seemed like it could freeze the air with a gentle touch. Chen Wenzong, like shattering the ice, ventured alone into the night.

Zhang Zheng stood in the post station’s backyard and exclaimed, "Chen Ji, your Chen family finally has a decent figure!"

Zhang Xia whispered, "A lord changes as a tiger, a petty man reforms his face, and a gentleman changes as a leopard."

Zhang Zheng scratched his head, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Xia smiled and explained, "A king is like a tiger, magnificent and dominant, able to tame power; a petty man is timid, without his own opinions, drifting with the tide; a gentleman is like a leopard, low-key and hidden when unnecessary, but decisive in action when needed."

Chen Ji made a sound of agreement, "My brother truly lives up to the term ’gentleman.’"

As he spoke, the sound of a slap resonated in the courtyard, Mrs. Liang slapped Wang Gui across the face.

Wang Gui in disbelief asked, "Lady, why did you slap me?"

Mrs. Liang said sternly, "If you had gone to the Governor’s Mansion voluntarily earlier, why would Wenzong have to risk his life? You eat better and dress finer than other servants day by day; I’ve cared for you in the Chen family for so many years, yet you’re less loyal than a faithful dog!"

Wang Gui’s expression changed several times, and he finally knelt down: "Lady, please calm down, I will go now and ensure the eldest son’s safety."