By the time they reached the top of the slope, breathless, they saw Gu Wenheng had actually set up a kang table and was sitting in the snow, sipping tea and admiring the view.
Compared to their own sorry state, the fact that he possessed such leisure and elegance immediately made the three officials grind their teeth in silent frustration.
Gu Wenheng acted as if he had only just noticed them. He raised the teacup in his hand and asked with a smile, "Would you gentlemen care for a cup?"
'He knew these men wouldn't obey him right now, but that was fine. He could slowly wear them down along the journey.'
After all that exertion, they were parched, but they couldn't swallow their pride. They could only say stiffly, "No, thank you. We've delayed Mr. Gu for long enough. We should hurry to the next town, otherwise it'll be dark."
Gu Wenheng glanced at the sky and said with feigned seriousness, "You're right, it is getting dark. We've been delayed for quite some time."
