My System Is Three Thousand Years Early Chapter 170: 83 Discussing the Wedding Date! (Please subscri

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Cheng Guang couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, but just as he was about to say sothing else, Steward Wang’s voice ca from outside the room.

“Princely Heir, the Family Head is summoning you to the main hall. General Qin has ntioned he’d like to et you,” he said.

After hearing Steward Wang’s voice, Qing Luan was clearly startled, but quickly regained her composure and urged Cheng Guang to get up.

“Oh dear, Princely Heir, I almost forgot, General Qin ca over early this morning. You weren’t aware since you were out handling a case at that ti,” she said.

“It seems that General Qin has co specifically to discuss your marriage with the Family Head, and he has been waiting for you all day,” she added.

“Hurry up and et General Qin. If we wait too long, it wouldn’t be proper,” she urged.

As she spoke, Qing Luan continued to push Cheng Guang towards the door.

Cheng Guang felt helpless, thinking to himself that he’d hardly had a chance to settle in.

He knew that General Qin was still in the mansion, but he hadn’t expected the man to have arrived so early nor to have stayed just to see him, his potential future son-in-law.

As soon as he had returned to the mansion, soone was sent to call him over.

Qing Luan helped Cheng Guang tidy up his clothes. There was no ti to change out of his Bureau of the Lamp attire, so he decided to go et General Qin as he was.

The clothing of the Bureau of the Lamp wasn’t unseemly; there was nothing inappropriate or disrespectful about wearing it to et guests.

After leaving the courtyard, Cheng Guang headed straight for the main hall.

By this ti, in the guest reception courtyard of Duke Zhen’s Mansion, many people were already seated in the Youtai Hall.

“Please wait a mont, General Qin. Guanger has been sent for and should arrive shortly,” Wu Yuei spoke softly from the head seat.

Next to Wu Yuei, Cheng Zhihai was also all smiles as he said to General Qin, “Speaking of which, this is your first ti eting my Guanger, isn’t it, Qin Beifeng?”

“Lately, Guanger has been quite prominent. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but at the martial contest between Great Wei and Great Zhou, my Guanger stood out, even more, than so of the competitors from the Martial Academy,” he boasted.

Cheng Zhihai shalessly lauded Cheng Guang’s achievents without blushing in the slightest.

In the hall, the middle-aged man addressed as General Qin and also known as Qin Beifeng nodded occasionally.

He wasn’t really listening to Cheng Zhihai; his gaze was fixed on the entrance of the hall, as if he was waiting for soone.

When he saw a tall figure approaching from outside the hall, his eyes brightened, and he stood up involuntarily, walking toward the newcor.

“Ah, this must be Guanger. Indeed, an extraordinary appearance, many tis more handso than your father. When I first saw your portrait, I couldn’t believe you were the grandson of the old Duke, the son of Cheng Zhihai,” Qin Beifeng remarked as he sized up Cheng Guang.

Noticing that Cheng Guang’s gaze didn’t falter even when facing him, steady and neither servile nor overbearing, Qin Beifeng felt imdiately satisfied.

What pleased Qin Beifeng even more wasn’t just Cheng Guang’s appearance but his deanor.

Despite being the Princely Heir of Duke Zhen’s Mansion and standing among the most powerful in Great Zhou, he didn’t exhibit any traits of an arrogant young master. Instead, his smile was gentle and welcoming, like a refreshing spring breeze.

Seeing this, Qin Beifeng’s satisfaction grew.

If the Princely Heir had been shallow and frivolous, even if he had agreed to marry his daughter to the Duke’s grandson, he would still feel as though he was sending his daughter into a pit of fire.

But now, he felt that his choice might not be too bad after all.

Qin Beifeng was very enthusiastic; while he was sizing up Cheng Guang, Cheng Guang was also evaluating him.

Qin Beifeng appeared to be in his thirties, tall and straight like a proud pine tree, standing firmly with an imposing and resolute air.

He dressed simply, in black and green armor adorned with gold patterns, a sword with traces of dried blood hung at his waist, the blade gleaming in the setting sun with tiny, luminous flecks.

An extraordinary deanor and impressive strength.

Qin Beifeng seed to be around the sa age as Cheng Zhihai, yet his Cultivation Realm appeared to exceed Cheng Zhihai’s by quite a margin…

As Cheng Guang appraised Qin Beifeng, he thought that having this man for a father-in-law wasn’t just due to his daughter’s unmatched grace, but also because this man himself was worth allying with.

“Mr. Qin,” Cheng Guang greeted after a mont, avoiding too deep a scrutiny as it would be impolite, he bowed slightly to Qin Beifeng.

Qin Beifeng wasn’t arrogant either, promptly offering his hand to steady Cheng Guang.

The two exchanged pleasantries, with Qin Beifeng complinting Cheng Guang’s looks and in turn, making Cheng Zhihai’s seem worth little.

Cheng Zhihai wasn’t offended and watched with a cheerful smile.

He too believed his son was significantly more handso than he was.

At the sa ti, Cheng Guang was comnding Qin Beifeng’s distinguished presence, fitting of a great general.

Having honed the skill of flattery among his many peers in his previous life, surpassing even the slick old hands in the Court, Cheng Guang showered Qin Beifeng with praise until the general was grinning from ear to ear, unable to contain his joy.

anwhile, Wu Yuei covered her mouth to stifle laughter, hastily interrupting them.

She knew if the mutual complints continued, they could forget about discussing any other matters and simply carry on with the praises.