Lin Kong: "Then stop dawdling, hurry up and eat. Once you're full, we can hit the road."
"Okay!"
The Fourth Prince frowned, eating a few more leaves. The bitterness knitted his brows together, and his stomach churned, caught in that awful place where he wanted to vomit but couldn't. He forced himself to resist the urge to heave and pitifully said to Lin Kong, "Master, we're near the forest. We can go hunting instead of eating these bitter leaves. These aren't meant for eating; even animals wouldn't touch them."
The forest was teeming with prey—rabbits and wild beasts everywhere. The Fourth Prince couldn't understand why his master insisted he eat leaves. Wasn't this just a blatant attempt to make things harder for him?
Lin Kong, in a foul mood, replied, "Besides the loads of Government Soldiers searching for us, there are also no small number of Imperial Experts. If you don't want to die, then go ahead."
