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Lin Quan gently patted Lin Feng's shoulder and comforted him, "Fourth Prince, do not be too sorrowful. War is cruel and merciless, and sacrifices are inevitable. Those brave soldiers who gave their lives are heroic men who fought for their country and people; their achievements will be forever recorded in history. We should turn our grief into strength and continue to fight bravely."
"Come, let us set aside these worries for today and drink heartily!"
Lin Feng nodded in agreement, then raised his cup and drank it all in one go. After putting down his cup, he sighed deeply, saying, "It’s a pity that so many young and vibrant lives have been lost. Every time I think of it, my heart feels heavy."
Lin Quan quickly reassured him, "Fourth Prince, do not be so pessimistic. As the saying goes, 'Horsehide Wrapping Corpses'—to die on the battlefield is the highest honor for a soldier. Moreover, we who are alive should inherit their will, protect our homes and defend our country, safeguarding this great land of Great River Mountain. Come, another drink!"
Before long, a table full of delicious food and wine was set before them. The two brothers drank heartily while sharing laughter and stories.
During this time, Lin Quan suddenly asked with concern, "Fourth Prince, I heard you were injured recently. How is your injury now? Have you recovered?"
Lin Feng waved his hand and replied with a smile, "Haha, thank you for your concern, Er Ge. My injury is not serious anymore; it just occasionally aches a bit at the wound site. It's nothing to worry about."
Lin Quan frowned slightly and said worriedly, "But still... You must take care of your health. How about this: drink more wine to invigorate your blood circulation; it might relieve the pain."
Lin Feng gladly agreed and raised his cup again to drink it down.
Unbeknownst to them, time slipped by quietly as the sunlight outside gradually slanted toward the west; soon it was afternoon. At this point, Lin Feng felt somewhat tipsy. With the help of his attendants, he staggered out of the tavern and slowly made his way home.
Once he arrived at his residence, he stumbled straight to his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep immediately.
When Lin Feng slowly awakened, the sky outside the window was painted in shades of orange and red by the setting sun, signaling the approach of night.
He rubbed his still-dizzy head and gradually sat up, feeling as if countless bees were buzzing inside his skull. Struggling against the dizziness, Lin Feng managed to stand up, his steps unsteady as he walked to the table.
On the table sat a teapot and a teacup. He extended his slightly trembling hand, lifted the teapot, and poured himself a cup of hot tea. The tea emitted a faint, refreshing aroma, steam rising from it.
Lin Feng raised the teacup and took a small sip. The warm liquid slid down his throat, bringing a comforting warmth that eased the discomfort of his dizziness. After drinking the tea, Lin Feng felt a bit more alert and moved to sit down in his study.
Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes to rest for a moment. Soon, he heard faint footsteps outside the door; it was a servant coming to report that the water was boiled and ready for bathing.
Lin Feng nodded and got up to head towards the bathroom. However, due to his still-healing wounds, he could not indulge in a relaxing soak as he usually would. Instead, he carefully dampened a cloth with hot water and gently wiped his body.
Each time he touched the skin around his wounds, sharp pain shot through him, but Lin Feng gritted his teeth and endured it.
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