The woman looked at Ning Chen curiously.

She knew who the Fourth Prince was.

A prince, no less, and he seemed to do as this young man told him.

The Fourth Prince said, "Little Yue, set us up a private room."

The woman nodded.

The party went in and came to a private room on the second floor.

The Fourth Prince smiled. "Little Yue, arrange the dishes as you like, but the wine has to be good wine."

"You don't know who this is yet, do you? Let me introduce you. This is our Great Xuan's immortal of poetry, the Idle Marquis Ning Chen... no, the Prince Who Holds the Realm now."

The woman's whole face was shocked.

It seemed she had heard Ning Chen's name.

Once she had come back to herself she knelt quickly. "This commoner woman, Yue Congyun, greets my lord prince."

"Get up. There is no need for ceremony."

"Thank you, my lord prince."

The Fourth Prince smiled. "Little Yue, go and arrange it."

Yue Congyun made her bow and went off to see to the wine and the dishes.

Ning Chen looked at the Fourth Prince. "This Miss Yue is on no ordinary terms with you."

The Fourth Prince said, "She is the daughter of a deputy of mine from before. Her father and her brothers all died on the battlefield, and her mother died of illness. She is all that is left of the family."

"I meant to keep her at my side and look after her, but she refused."

Ning Chen put his joking aside. "So she comes from a military house. No wonder she can handle herself."

The Fourth Prince smiled. "She has trained in arms since she was small and studied the military books hard... Her dream is to go to war, but a woman cannot be a soldier."

Ning Chen inclined his head slightly and turned the subject. "Tell me about the situation with Xiliang."

The Fourth Prince nodded.

While they were talking, the waiters began bringing the dishes in.

Yue Congyun fetched a jar of good wine herself.

She…