Chen Ping'an couldn't very well refuse Mu Wanjun's invitation. After all, she had only mentioned appreciating tea, and he felt it would be disrespectful to decline.
Seeing that Chen Ping'an agreed, Mu Wanjun was visibly pleased.
"Ping'an, then let's meet at noon tomorrow at Cui Liu Pavilion. I'll see you there."
Cui Liu Pavilion was not in the South District, but in the Weishui Inner City—an exceedingly elegant place.
'Looks like I guessed right. This must be about the Mu Family's marriage alliance.'
Still, Chen Ping'an didn't dwell on it. 'It's just one meeting. I'll find an excuse to refuse her afterward.'
...
The following day at noon, Chen Ping'an arrived as scheduled at Cui Liu Pavilion in the Weishui Inner City. The pavilion was surrounded by a small, crescent-shaped lake, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
A maid led Chen Ping'an to a private room on the second floor, where two women were already waiting quietly.
