"Haha, General Zhou is still as dashing as ever!"
Yang Zhenshan stepped forward, taking a good look at Zhou Lan.
The last time the two met was around two years ago, when Yang Zhenshan was ennobled.
To Yang Zhenshan's surprise, there were actually wrinkles at the corners of Zhou Lan's eyes!
But on second thought, it did make sense, Zhou Lan was already in her forties, it was normal for wrinkles to appear on her face.
Compared to her, Yu Qingyi appeared much younger. Yu Qingyi was three years Zhou Lan's junior, and was thirty-nine this year, but she still looked to be about thirty years old, hardly showing any change from before.
The two chatted as they walked towards the General Mansion.
"You've only brought so few people?" Yang Zhenshan glanced at the followers behind Zhou Lan, totaling no more than thirty, and among them were a dozen maids and old women.
"There's no need to bring too many people over." Zhou Lan said.
