Lü Niangrong rested her chin on her hand, her pretty face glowing in the firelight. She smiled charmingly.
"Yes, my father is Lü Buwei. I'm heading to Jiangling this time to manage our business there..."
As she spoke, her heart skipped a beat. 'The old Daoist and the young man before me are clearly not simple,' she thought. 'This young man is obviously just leading an ox, yet he guessed my background in just a few words. His origins can't be insignificant. He must be a child of some great family...'
As her thoughts raced, Lü Niangrong made a few guesses. 'This young man, Zhao Zheng, is probably a disciple taken in by Daoist Lu, wandering the Red Dust away from his family...'
While pondering, she chatted idly with Zhao Zheng. The Daoist sat quietly cross-legged before the campfire, his eyelids slightly lowered. Lu Jianxue, meanwhile, was taking bite after bite of roasted meat, her cheeks puffed out so much that her words became muffled.
