"Chen Zhenfu, please have some tea."
"Thank you."
Chen Sheng nodded his thanks.
Their initial conversation was filled with pleasantries and probing, the atmosphere a bit stiff.
But soon, as the discussion unfolded, the atmosphere naturally warmed up.
One was a well-read and eloquent young lady from a Noble Family, the other a sharp-witted young prodigy with a wealth of experience. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, they found plenty of common ground, and there were no awkward silences in their conversation.
Chen Sheng shared some interesting stories and local customs from Ning'an Prefecture, occasionally mentioning one or two of his less perilous experiences.
Nie Lingshan listened with great interest, occasionally covering her mouth to let out a light laugh.
Nie Lingxi, on the other hand, appeared more composed, but she would chime in with a few words of agreement or praise at the right moments.
