"General Tang, the vassal state is also a subject of Dalin; you shouldn't treat them unfairly. Please deal with their issues immediately," urged Dong Denyu, inwardly hoping to resolve the domestic smallpox crisis so he could continue his power struggle.
"Are you teaching me how to do my job?" Tang Jinghong raised his head, his piercing eyes filled with cold detachment.
"No, no," Dong Denyu hurriedly backpedaled, fearing he had angered Tang Jinghong. He quickly changed the subject, "General, I'm just pleading with you."
"Go back. I have it under control." Tang Jinghong was truly annoyed by Dong Denyu's mannerisms; his mere presence was irritating.
"Then, please hurry," Dong Denyu said reluctantly as he left.
Tang Jinghong set aside his paperwork and took a sip of tea to calm himself. How could there be such men?
…
In Shu City.
