Jiangnan No. 1 Inn.
A woman was standing behind the counter calculating accounts, fiddling with the abacus with her delicate white fingers. Suddenly the light in front of her dimmed, and the woman said without raising her head: "Please step aside to block my light."
The man leaned forward slightly and approached, jokingly: "What if you just don't let me?"
The woman's face twitched, she raised her eyes and asked calmly: "What are you here for?"
"I propose to you."
The woman stumbled, perhaps choked: "Proposal?!"
"Wei Chen has said it a long time ago," the man's smile was ambiguous, "Wei Chen loves his country and his family - he loves His Majesty."