Honghuang: I Reveal I Transmigrated, Making Nuwa Beg on Her Knees

Li Xin fell silent, nodded, and left in a hurry.

Meanwhile, inside the New Zheng Governor's residence, Fan Zeng stroked his long beard as he studied the king's decree, thoroughly puzzled. “Why does His Majesty keep emphasizing that we must be especially careful when rewarding Qin Feng? What does he mean by that?”

Beside him, Yang Xiong, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, muttered, “I don't understand His Majesty's true intentions, but Doctor Qin has already been waiting outside for ages. If we don't get moving, he might really tear this place apart.”

Fan Zeng nodded with a wry smile. Their dealings with Qin Feng had indeed run into plenty of setbacks lately. Since His Majesty had explicitly ordered them to give him a reward, they decided not to argue any further.

So Fan Zeng and Yang Xiong went into the main hall. Seeing Qin Feng whispering with “Black Ox,” Fan Zeng beamed and said, “Sorry to keep you waiting, Doctor Qin! His Majesty has specially granted you a hundred men. Go to the storehouses and take whatever you like. The more treasure, the better! The wealth of hundreds of noble families in New Zheng is piled high as mountains.”

Qin Feng looked at Fan Zeng in surprise and asked doubtfully, “Just a hundred men? We can take whatever we want? Are you sure?”

Fan Zeng glanced at the hundred burly men in black armor, stroked his beard, and nodded confidently.

How much could you carry? Could each man haul away a hundred jin of copper coins, or perhaps some fine cushions?

“If I say you can, then you can!”