Zhao Wei: "..."
She looked at her lord in bewilderment.
Shen Tang looked back at her. "When did this happen?"
Only then did Zhao Wei realize that her lord had never known about this. Still, it was not too late to tell her now—she could lodge a complaint before they reached Wu Zhaode's camp! She tried to recount the whole story in a neutral tone, but the moment she brought up the uncle who had watched her grow up and taught her martial arts dying a miserable death, how could she keep holding it together? When she spoke of Zhao Feng taking revenge by the same means, every word brimmed with savage satisfaction!
Only after she finished did Zhao Wei's mind regain some calm.
Realizing that she had misspoken, she immediately cupped her fists and pleaded guilty.
Shen Tang did not blame her. She remembered Zhao Feng's aide as well, and upon learning that the man had indirectly died at the hands of his own side, she could not help sighing over how undeserving his death had been. "Da Wei, you don't need to be so cautious. You haven't done anything wrong."
In Shen Tang's eyes, Zhao Wei's loss of composure was a trivial matter.
What she had lost was a kindly elder who had watched her grow up. To expect someone in the throes of losing a loved one to remain rational was simply cruel.
"I didn't know beforehand, but now that I do, I should at least go see Da Yi. I wonder how his injuries have been healing lately." As Shen Tang spoke, a trace of regret surfaced.
She should have brought Cui Xiao along too.
Cui Xiao himself had come from Qin Li's faction and had a good personal relationship with Zhao Feng. If he came,