Zhao Rong took a sip of tea and, seeing the puzzled look on Gu Yiwu's face, smiled and said,
"Brother Yiwu, do you have a grudge against Zhou Dufu? Have you come into contact with his men and they have affronted you?"
Gu Yiwu shook his head.
"No. We have been waiting here for a few days, following your advice, enjoying dances and melodies, and in addition to drinking flower wine, we've tried all sorts of entertainment and delicacies. There has not been a single anomaly... Ziyu, from what you're saying... are we waiting for them to come to us directly?"
Zhao Rong neither confirmed nor denied, but he said with a smile,
"Then why does Brother Yiwu's speech seem somewhat biased? Zhou Dufu may indeed have his difficulties for not surrendering military power. Perhaps he is truly loyal to the late Emperor."
After some thought, Gu Yiwu nodded.
