Tian Feng had thought there was some reason behind it. He was extremely principled. If Wang Xuan was genuinely in trouble—injured or sick, for example—he absolutely would not come knocking now to disturb him. But if it was merely because he was lazy, then there was nothing more to say.
Watching Tian Feng leave in a fury, Liu Bei looked toward Li Ru uneasily. "Tell me, Imperial Advisor won't fly into a rage, will he?"
Li Ru looked up at the sky. What were you doing earlier? Now that you've tricked him into going over there, you're making trouble again. "Your Majesty, rest assured. The Imperial Advisor may seem unpredictable and, well, somewhat brutal, killing entire families at the drop of a hat, but sometimes he still knows where to draw the line."
Liu Bei's face darkened. Are you sure you're trying to comfort me?
Tian Feng arrived at Wang Xuan's residence full of lofty determination. As soon as he got out of the carriage, he said nothing and began pounding on the door. The guards stationed outside swarmed out at once, eager to see who was bold enough to cause trouble here.
What had happened to Marquis of Liaodong, who had dared to kill their brothers last time? His entire family had been wiped out!
They quickly pulled open the gate and saw an old man standing before them. His hair was more than half gray, his features stern, and his back ramrod straight beneath his hemp clothing. One impulsive guard was just about to start cursing when someone behind him yanked him back.
As the captain of the personal guards, he also recognized who the old man was: Tian Feng, whom Wang Xuan privately called "the stone in the latrine—stinking and hard." He was a stubborn old man