Xu Qingzhou stood up, his white robe fluttering elegantly in the candlelight. He clasped his hands around a folding fan.

"Please, Lady, remember what you said, and also remember what I, Xu, have said."

With that, the folding fan snapped open with a "pa" and he slowly waved it, his voice lingering.

"The world knows, I, Xu Qingzhou, can only relieve one woman's worry in my lifetime."