151 Provoke The Lord (2/2)

At this point, An Hongyu's face was completely black. The air was heavy around him, and his firm face couldn't get any darker.

He glanced at the guard standing by the entrance and made a slight gesture with his head.

”Escort Mister Wei back to his tent, it would seem he has drunk too much. Make sure everything is settled for his safe departure in the morning.”

”Yes, my lord.” The guard bobbed his head and walked over to the stumbling Wei Jingyi.

Acting as if he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary, Wei Jingyi lowered his head and said, ”Thank you for your time, my lord. I hope to make a trade with you again.”

As the man bowed his head, he stumbled a bit showing clearly how drunk he was at that moment. This time, An Hongyu didn't respond and merely grunted while waving his hand in dismissal.

The guard helped guide Wei Jingyi out of the hut and outside toward his tent. While being propped up by the guard, Wei Jingyi stumbled and spoke incoherently.

”Ah, thank you, sir. Who would have thought this old geezer was so intolerant to alcohol.” He chuckled while slumping against his bed. ”Hehe, I guess old age is finally coming to me.”

The guard didn't say anything as he helped set the frail middle-aged man down on the bed before retreating. Before leaving, he glanced at the little brown falcon rested on a table within the tent.

The falcon's eyes oddly gave him a slight chill.

The guard shook his head from the thought and left. As if not noticing the guard had already retreated, Wei Jingyi continued to babble quietly to himself. Only after a few minutes, did the tent grow quiet.

He raised himself up and lightly patted his robes. Glancing up at the falcon across the tent, the clarity in his eyes returned, as if he had never been drunk.

Wei Jingyi suddenly sighed, ”Provoking such a man was no easy task. The things I do for that foolish girl.”

Ju produced a slight noise as if defending his master, his beady eyes slightly narrowing. Wei Jingyi laughed at the falcon's reaction and poked its beak.

”Still defensive for her, I see. Even though she left you here with me.”

The little falcon was silent, but it flapped its wings and shifted its head slightly. The middle-aged man sighed helplessly. He took something from his pocket.

”Here, these are the snacks your master left you.” He placed them in front of the falcon before standing up to stretch his back.

He laid himself down on the bed and propped his head down on the hard pillow before closing his eyes. As he gradually drifted to sleep, he perceived the sound of the falcon munching on the bits of raw meat given by the girl.

…

As the sun rose behind the horizon, Wei Jingyi had already packed his possessions, ready to leave the camp. Seemingly still cold toward him from last night's words, An Hongyu didn't bother to send him off and ordered a guard in replacement.

Wei Jingyi wasn't offended. He bid farewell to the guards before turning back with his wooden, carriage chariot loaded with sheep wool and supplies.

In exchange for his high-quality rice wine and cooked meats, An Hongyu traded Wei Jingyi stocks of wool and raw ironstones, including a horse for his travels.

All things considered, it seemed like a fair deal.

As he rode farther and farther away from the camp, Wei Jingyi halted the horse and breathed out a cloud of white air. He regained his breath and glanced at the falcon resting comfortably on the wool inside the wooden chariot.

”You look comfortable.”

Ju was silent and innocent blinked his little, ink-black eyes. Wei Jingyi chuckled and glanced back up at the clear, blue sky. Breath pale against the numbing air, he blinked thoughtfully as the frost numbed his frail, haggard face.

He shifted his gaze back upfront before ushering the horse forward.

It was time to pay a visit to the cold and ruthless Commander An.