"Ning Jing... Hao Zhong requested a weapons resupply a while ago. Did you check it?"
"I did. The weapons really were old, and their performance couldn't be guaranteed, so they had to be replaced."
"Mm... All right. You can go back now. The orders stand. Just do what needs to be done..."
I clutched my head and waved Ning Jing away. She looked at me with concern, and in her eyes... there was an expression I couldn't understand.
"Then I'll head back."
"Mm~"
I waved her off, hurrying her along. Otherwise, I was afraid I'd lose control and kill Ning Jing again. That really would be the end of me.
On the surface, I was in charge of Chang'an City, but Ning Jing was the one who actually held the power. All my orders were carried out through her, and all the reports from Chang'an City came through her, too. Simply put, she was the neck, I was the head, and Chang'an was the body. Everything had to pass through her first.
She was even the reason I could take it so easy every day. If she didn't deal with a huge pile of documents each day and leave only the important ones for me, I'd be busy to death.
Ning Jing turned and left. I sat on the bed, clutching my head and enduring the agony. I'd forgotten what I'd been about to do. All I could remember was the waves of pain.
"Ugh... Ah..."
I groaned, but there was no one who could hear me. Even if someone did hear, they wouldn't do anything, because this was my order. No one on the sixtieth floor would dare speak to me without permission. Only Ning Jing and the others could.
The pain kept coming and going, refusing to leave.