It wasn't hard to work backward from the intelligence and infer the enemy's true movements. The hard part was figuring out how to use that information to drive a knife into the enemy's heart!
They discussed it for a long time but still couldn't reach a firm decision.
Shen Tang suggested taking a break midway through the meeting so everyone could relax a little. They would leave the rest for the afternoon. She stepped outside the tent for some fresh air, and her drowsy mind soon cleared. A cup of clear tea appeared before her. She took it and drained it in one gulp.
A piercing coolness shot from her lungs straight to the crown of her head.
It cleared her mind and left her feeling refreshed all over.
"What kind of tea is this?"
"Early this spring, we unexpectedly found that several ancient trees in the clan had sprouted, so we picked some leaves and roasted them into tea cakes." Jimò Qiu couldn't say what kind of tea trees they were, either. The tea trees recorded in ancient books had all mutated over the course of a thousand years of change. As long as it was drinkable and tasted good, that was enough. "I made a few adjustments to the flavor..."
At that, Shen Tang took another swig. "It really is good. As long as it didn't come from plucking leaves off those old ancestors in the Clan Land."
She polished off the whole pot in just a few gulps.
When she reached for a refill, Gongxi Chou suddenly appeared and intercepted her tea.
He even grumbled that Jimò Qiu was playing favorites, giving all the good stuff to Mama without sparing a thought for his own brother. He'd never been shown such blatant favoritism. Jimò Qiu looked at