No knowing whose hands this letter will end up in. That little brat Ding Xiang's? Or Xiaotang's, that henpecke…
No knowing whose hands this letter will end up in.
That little brat Ding Xiang's? Or Xiaotang's, that henpecked fool's?
Did not see this coming, did you? This time I am going off with the General to do something truly great, and I am not taking either of you along.
What a pity. I will not get to see the looks on your faces when you choke on it.
You are always laughing at me for being timid, for fearing death. But you do not understand. Only a man who fears death has the nose to smell danger. And this time, I smelled it. Something is wrong with the General.
Do not worry. I, Qian Duoduo, am not going to throw my life away. I am going to keep the General alive. Only a man like me, who prizes his life even more than silver, knows how to carve out a road back from death. Is that not so?
Still... for all that, what if?
If I truly do not make it back, I cannot very well go down with the name of a man who died without spending his money. The whereabouts of all my precious things are written on that ragged old banner of ours. You two... take care of it for me. At least let the money end up somewhere decent.
Bah, enough of this. The more I write, the more my heart aches. I have been shrewd all my life. This time too, I will surely come back alive, and bring the General back whole as well. So wait for me, and make ready the victory feast.