"Marquis Xibei." Meng Xing greeted and awkwardly smiled when he met an old man wearing armor in the hallway of the palace. "Greetings!" he said and respectfully bowed.
"En." Marquis Xibei, or Marquis An*, nodded at him.
*Marquis Xibei (northwest) is his title, while An is his surname
Meng Xing stood upright and waited for the other to walk past him. But, the other stopped when he was in front of him… which Meng Xing already expected.
"Do you have any news about my beloved granddaughter?" Marquis An asked.
Meng Xing already expected this. "Replying to the marquis, I do." He answered and took out a letter from his sleeve. He didn't dare say that he had been looking for the other to hand the letter since the old marquis could see through lies.