"Too much!"
"This is simply too much!"
Zhao Feng's subordinate had just approached the tent when he heard his general grumbling inside. Though the words were spoken in anger, there wasn't much fury in his tone. The subordinate relaxed and steadied himself, about to announce his arrival, when Zhao Feng's disgruntled voice came from within.
"Come in! What are you doing out there, standing around drinking the northwest wind?"
His trusted subordinate chuckled and lifted the tent flap.
He teased, "I heard you saying something about 'too much' just now, General. Has Lord Shen given you another difficult task?"
Outside, the cold wind howled.
Inside the tent, it was warm and cozy.
Zhao Feng was even sitting bare-chested on a spacious bed frame that had been assembled temporarily—Martial Gall Warriors could be as carefree as they pleased, with their first-rate resistance to the cold. A wooden foot basin sent up wisps of steam, and a partly closed bamboo scroll lay beside him.
Seeing the man arrive, Zhao Feng pointed to a mat at one side.
He said, "She hasn't made things difficult for me, exactly. It's just..."
Zhao Feng's expression was hard to describe.
After all, he was one of Lord Wu Xian's Six Valiant Generals, a Martial Gall Warrior who had made a name for himself when he was young, a capable fighter who had distinguished himself in battle. To repay Shen Tang for saving his life on the battlefield, he had brought a thousand personal troops with him to Heyin Commandery.
"Coming here to repay her kindness might have been a mistake!" He wrung out a steaming hot towel with both hands, complaining as he wiped his feet. "At the start, all I did was kill a few bandits. These past few days, I've either been tearing down