"Oh dear, my husband is buried in books. Tell me, where else would you find a man from Sanshan Pass who doesn't wield a sword and prefers to read all day? He's such a delicate guy, can't even 'catch a chicken', and I can beat two of him while pregnant."
Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes at Leng An and said, "Didn't he manage to keep you in line just like that?"
Leng An stuck out her tongue and smiled, "He's actually quite nice and caring, but I still miss the old days when us ladies used to ride horses through the streets, how majestic we were. Now, it's just you and a few others left in the army."
Deng Chanyu pulled the bowstring and shot another arrow. The vigorous energy from the bowstring's tension and release brought a sharp whistle in the courtyard, directly splitting the tail of the previous arrow.
Only then did she smile with satisfaction, "Stop playing nice, quickly tell me, what brings you here today?"
Leng An said, "I told you, you cannot hit me!"
