The breeze was gentle, the drifting flowers light, and the golden yellow rape fields in the distance made the spring colors more intense.
Liang Jun stepped forward and made a bow to Song Jiao, "I am Liang Jun. May I ask if the lady is the niece of Minister Song, Miss Song?"
Song Jiao nodded and curtsied, "Song Jiao greets Mr. Liang."
Liang Jun did not look at her with scrutinizing eyes. In fact, his gaze did not linger much on her. Standing upright, he said softly, "There is something I must be honest with the lady about. If you mind, then consider today's encounter a chance meeting with no impact on your reputation."
Song Jiao listened and found the man's speech quite elegant and polite. She nodded, "Please speak, sir."
