Chen He knocked on Zhao Dahe's room door.
"Young Master Zhao, I'm also a candidate this year. My name is Chen He, from Yuquan Town, and I studied with Wen Shu." Chen He plastered a friendly smile on his face, having planned on the way back to show courtesy before confrontation.
Building a good relationship with that woman's son might yield unexpected benefits!
Zhao Dahe didn't know anything about Chen He, so he treated him politely.
"Does Young Master Chen need something?" Zhao Dahe asked.
"I noticed that since Young Master Zhao arrived, he hasn't gone out. I happen to be familiar with the county and wanted to invite Young Master Zhao for a walk. Songzhu Pavilion has a rich collection of books; it's a must-visit for scholars coming to the county," Chen He spoke earnestly.
Had his mother not had that dream earlier, Zhao Dahe would surely have accepted Chen He's invitation.
