Since he wanted the Great Emperor to know he was diligently handling important matters, Zheng Xiu had no qualms about making Yin Qingqing his carriage driver, chauffeuring him and Feng Bei on their leisurely tour of the mountains and lakes. Yin Qingqing might have looked eighteen, but she was a fully ripened fruit, and Zheng Xiu felt not a pang of guilt ordering her around.
There was a certain relish in disciplining someone sent by the Great Emperor.
After a journey spent joking and laughing with Feng Bei, Zheng Xiu arrived before a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers as dusk began to fall.
