816: Her Lordship Was Under a Lot of Pressure [Monthly Ticket Request]

Qin Li said calmly, "I know what I'm doing."

Zhao Feng scratched his head and gave a goofy chuckle. "Heh heh."

How could he have forgotten that Gongsu had surely thought things through more thoroughly than he had? There was no need for him to offer reassurance. Zhao Feng's sharp eyes caught the fatigue between Qin Li's brows, and he tactfully said, "You've been busy for so long, Gongsu. You must be tired too. If there's nothing else, I'll leave you to rest. Send someone to find me if you need anything. Don't push yourself."

These past few years hadn't been easy for Qin Li.

Zhao Feng saw that more clearly than anyone.

Qin Li waved a hand. "There's no rush."

He forced himself to stay alert, found a clean piece of cloth, then had Zhao Feng fetch him ink and brushes. Enduring the side effects of the Way of the Scholar, he began drawing the troop deployments of the Huang Lie and Zhang He families. When Zhao Feng saw the hand holding the brush trembling uncontrollably, he reached out and pinned Qin Li's wrist down, his expression stern. "Gongsu, stop."

Qin Li glanced at him. "Let go!"

Zhao Feng was both worried and anxious. "This can wait until tomorrow. Do you really have to do it right now? Lord Shen won't say anything if she gets it a few hours late... Your recovery is what matters most right now. Don't you know that sharpening your axe won't delay your work of chopping wood?"

Qin Li tried to pull his hand free.

But how could a Literary Scholar's strength compare to a Martial Gall Warrior's?

Even though Qin Li was skilled with a bow and could draw one weighing two shi, his strength was greatly diminished in his current state.