820: Deception [Monthly Tickets Requested]

Though Zhao Feng had spoken magnanimously, once he returned, he clutched his brother's memorial tablet and wept until his face was covered in tears and snot. He howled like a ghost, wailing more horrifically than one, drawing sidelong glances from everyone nearby. They all wondered what had gotten into him.

"Could something have changed with the eldest niece's condition?"

"That can't be. Didn't Old Zhao say she was fine?"

She had survived the most perilous moments. It made no sense for her to kick the bucket just as her wound was healing. One hot-tempered man cursed as he kicked aside the flap of Zhao Feng's tent. But when he saw Zhao Feng sobbing over the memorial tablet, he swallowed the filthy words on the tip of his tongue and silently backed out.

Outside, people in their sleeping clothes and cloaks craned their necks.

Their eyes asked what was happening inside.

The hot-tempered man waved them off and sighed. "Old Zhao's thinking about his brother again. He's grieving in there."

At that, everyone's anger vanished.

They had all weathered hardship and wandered from place to place together. Through those days of sharing storms and supporting one another, their bonds had grown far beyond the ordinary. The official had been no different. To Zhao Feng, he had truly been a brother. How could Zhao Feng not be heartbroken?

"Go on, disperse. Old Zhao probably saw something today that brought back memories and stirred his feelings. Let him howl. Once he's vented enough, he'll settle down." He waved for everyone to return to their posts instead of gathering there. "Gongsu's here. It'll be fine."

Only then did everyone relax.

They had never expected Zhao Feng to howl for half the night.

The next morning, when they ran into Zhao Feng, they couldn't resist