Xiaodie stood by Mu Wanjun's side, quietly watching her mistress read a letter.
Chen Ping'an!
That name, once unfamiliar and strange, was now frequently on her mistress's lips.
Not long ago, the owner of this name was just a temporary constable in Nanquan Lane, but now he was the powerful Commander-in-Chief of an entire city!
Thinking back on it now, Xiaodie found it all rather incredible.
She still remembered the first time she saw Chen Ping'an. He had been wearing the uniform of a registered constable: a blue, crossover-collared, narrow-sleeved long robe, with a red woven sash tied at his waist.
His features were handsome and his build was slim, but his smile was warm and friendly. He had greeted her respectfully, leaving a good impression. Overall, though, he had just looked like an ordinary young man.
What had left a deep impression on her back then was how incredibly respectful he had been during his entire meeting with her mistress.
