"Rare guest!"
Li Yingxuan had someone bring a chair and gestured for Fang Zheng to sit, speaking slowly:
"Since arriving in Zhaonan Prefecture, I've corresponded many times with Brother Fang over the years, yet we've had few opportunities to sit together."
"The Commandery Princess has many affairs to attend to, as a commoner, I dare not disturb." Fang Zheng politely cupped his hands.
"Alas!"
Li Yingxuan sighed softly:
"Though we rarely meet, we still share a longstanding camaraderie in spirit, and you saved Li Shu, so there's no need for such politeness in front of me."
"Sit down, let's talk."
"Thank you, Commandery Princess." Fang Zheng cupped his hands in response.
This polite demeanor, Li Yingxuan had long grown accustomed to, even if she wished to treat others as friends, no one dared reciprocate.
The difference in status divides people into two separate worlds.
As for Fang Zheng,
