Zhai Huan had made up his mind to pull off something big.
But he had never imagined it would be this big.
For now, let's turn to another matter.
Shen Tang accepted the young man's invitation to visit his tent. It was enormous, with several thick layers of felt and animal hides covering the floor. They felt soft underfoot, which also spoke to his standing among the Rebel Army. The place was quite a mess, unlike the brisk, clean impression he gave.
One word seemed to describe it perfectly.
A doghouse (ω)
A literal mess of a doghouse.
All sorts of odds and ends had been tossed haphazardly across the floor.
Shen Tang glanced around and spotted plenty of rare curios. Exquisite gold, silver, and jade ornaments, as well as precious antiques, were scattered everywhere in the corners. A plate of lustrous pearls, each as big as a longan, sat on the table.
The young man didn't even look at them. He swept his hand across the table.
The pearls clattered to the floor.
He reached under the low table, carefully drew out a thick, neatly stacked pile of papers covered in chicken-scratch, and called for Shen Tang to sit down too. He wasn't used to kneeling with his legs folded beneath him, and since it was just him and Shen Tang in private, he settled however he pleased.
One leg lay out comfortably, while the other was propped up as a support for his right arm. Whenever he got tired, he shifted his weight to the side. It looked comfortable, but to some people it was downright unbearable—for example, Qi Shan.
He sat perfectly upright, his eyes lowered in quiet contemplation.
Shen Tang had never learned the meaning of the word "courtesy."
She plopped herself down too, even more