Liaodong Commandery, Bai Geng City.
Early in the morning, Cheng Tinghu got up and exercised with his concubine, working up a sweat and feeling thoroughly relaxed. He then took a bath and changed clothes, while supporting his sore lower back with a sigh: "Getting old, the back isn't as strong as it used to be. Back in the day at the Qinhuai Riverfront, handling eight beauties in one night was nothing."
Several close attendants nearby flattered him with a smile: "General, you're in your prime, you can kill a bull with one punch, how could you be old?"
Although he knew they were flattering him, Cheng Tinghu still felt quite satisfied after hearing it. He then remembered his son going to Ji City and asked, "Has Jimo returned?"
His subordinate quickly replied, "Not yet."
"It's been days. Has he gone off somewhere to drink with companions?"
Cheng Tinghu cursed with a laugh, but didn't take it to heart.
