790: The Four Heavenly Kings of the Revenue Department [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

"Ugh—"

When Shen Tang hurried over after hearing the news, Tu Rong was clutching his warhorse's neck and vomiting. After heaving for ages, all he brought up was a little sour liquid and spittle. His honest, guileless face had turned faintly green, and dark circles stood out beneath his eyes. Lin Feng stood beside him, patting his back as she mocked him.

"You're only capable of this much?"

He looked completely drained after just a few days without sleep?

Tu Rong took a sip of water, barely suppressing the nausea rising in his throat. He knitted his brows, aggrieved. "Junior sister, what do you mean, 'I'm only capable of this much'? Your senior brother rode day and night to deliver the news to Sibao, then came back with you all without stopping to sleep. How many nights have you been staying up? I've had only a few meals of dry rations these past days. I'm so hungry I've wasted away."

Lin Feng was about to reply when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her lord approaching from afar. In an instant, she forgot all about Tu Rong.

She clasped her hands. "Greetings, my lord."

"Lingde, there's no need for formalities. Has the journey worn you out?"

Looking at Lin Feng, graceful and poised, with a capable air about her, Shen Tang once again felt the tender pride of watching a daughter grow up. She took Lin Feng's hand and studied her carefully. Thanks to the nourishment of literary qi, Lin Feng was only half a head shorter than she was.

"I'm not very tired. It's senior brother who's having a hard time."

"Xianrong has worked hard too. Go and rest first." Shen Tang sent Tu Rong off to recuperate, planning to give him work once he had