Tang Qingyuan's hand, which was holding the tea, paused briefly. Then he brought the cup to his lips and took a light sip, as if savoring the tea. After a long moment, he spoke: "Those above have their own considerations. What does my view matter?"
Shen Hao also took a sip of tea. He wasn't particularly fond of the slightly bitter fragrance—tea, for him, was more for quenching thirst than enjoyment. For pleasure, he much preferred drinking wine.
"Lord Tang, you're mistaken. You are currently 'temporarily acting' as Chief Officer. Your opinion is not something we can ignore."
"What exactly are you getting at? Don't try to beat around the bush—just say it. Is there some message you're here to deliver?"
