"I hope the General will think thrice."
Tang Shaogong's body and face were covered with snow, under his furrowed brows were a pair of deep, dark eyes and lips purpled with cold.
He knelt before the door, not daring to take the official seal, and simply fainted.
He was carried back to Cuiyu by the guards.
Upon returning to Cuiyu, he opened his eyes, his mind clear as he requested an audience with Li Sangruo.
"Your servant has failed in his trust; the General did not accept the command plaque."
Li Sangruo let out a cold laugh, immediately bombarding him with questions.
"Father often says that Uncle Shaogong is a jade of the Jing Mountains, blessed with the talent of eight dou. In Your Highness's opinion, no one can match your skills in faking fainting and playing dead."
Lately, their encounters were full of the scent of gunpowder.
