Blind Bei seemed to have vented his emotions. He fished another tangerine from his pocket, peeling it as he said, "Alright, tell us what happened with you and My lord these past few days."
Saying that, Blind Bei popped a slice of tangerine into Liang Cheng's mouth.
Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he opened his mouth.
"Sweet or not?" Blind Bei asked.
Liang Cheng shook his head. "It's a bit sour."
Blind Bei just threw the rest of the tangerine on the ground, saying, "I knew the tangerines here wouldn't be as sweet as those in Beifeng Prefecture."
"..." Liang Cheng.
「...」
"My lord, how did you get this wound on your back? Goodness, this is terrible," Siniang asked with concern while helping Zheng Fan apply medicine to his wound.
Zheng Fan was too embarrassed to admit Liang Cheng had caused it, so he only said, "There's no telling in battle."
