You stand, a dainty maiden, Your cherry lips so bright, Your teeth so
pearly white, Your fragrant breath love-laden；Yet is your tongue a sword；Cold death is the reward Of loving thee, O maiden. [yip, yip, yip]
Dong Zhuo was delighted and praised her warmly. She was told to present a goblet of wine to the guest which he took from her hands and then asked her age.
She replied, “Thy unworthy handmaid is twenty-one.”
“A perfect little fairy！” said Dong Zhuo.
then Wang Yun rose and said, “If the Prime Minister would not mind, I should like to offer him this little maid.”
“How could I be grateful enough for such a kindness！”
“She would be most fortunate if she could be your servant,” said Wang Yun.
Dong Zhuo thanked his host warmly.
then the orders were given to prepare a closed carriage and convey Diao Chan to the Prime Minister’s palace.
Soon after Dong Zhuo took his leave, and Wang Yun accompanied him the whole way.
After he had taken leave, Wang Yun mounted to ride homeward. Half way he met two lines of guards with red lamps who were escorting Lu Bu who was on horseback and armed with his trident halberd.
Seeing Wang Yun, Lu Bu at once reined in, stopped, seized him by the sleeve, and said angrily, “You promised Diao Chan to me, and now you have given her to the Prime Minister： What foolery is this？”
Wang Yun checked him, saying, “This is no place to talk； I pray you come to my house.”
So they went together, and Wang Yun led Lu Bu into a private room.
After the usual exchange of polite GREetings,
Wang Yun said, “Why do you find fault with me, General？”
“Somebody told me that you had sent Diao
Chan to the Prime Minister’s palace in a covered carriage： What does it mean？”