Sheng Tian, the foremost city of Feng Kingdom, had its four gates bustling with an unending stream of people at all times.
Especially in summer, merchants traveling from all corners to conduct business reached a peak. After waiting in line outside the city gates for quite some time, Li Qing's carriage finally got its turn to enter the city.
He had hurried back because he was carrying a tiger cub barely a month old that needed milk. The journey back had taken less than two days.
"Awoo! Awoo!"
The tiger cub had been hungry for over a day, and now it kept howling at Li Qing in complaint.
"Ah, what a Rice Bucket. I'll call you Rice Bucket from now on." Li Qing smiled bitterly as he lifted Little Glutton up. It kept waving its tiny paws in the air, though he did not know whether it was expressing dissatisfaction with the name.
When he had first found Little Glutton, it had been barely clinging to life, looking as though it would not survive.
Li Qing had only taken it away with the intention of giving it a try, but after being fed milk, the little tiger had soon become lively and energetic, its vitality gradually returning.
"They say that surviving a great calamity brings later blessings. You little fellow can follow me and enjoy the good life from now on." Li Qing smiled, set Little Glutton down, and casually scratched its head.
Before long, the carriage passed the inspection at the city gate. After casually slipping the gate guards a few taels of silver, Li Qing smoothly returned to Sheng Tian.
Private carriages were generally inspected rather loosely. The main concern was whether travelers were smuggling private salt or iron, things Feng Kingdom treated with great severity.
Having returned