About this mobilization meeting—
Shen Tang had something to say.
A large-scale war involving tens of thousands of soldiers needed a tiny faction leader with barely a hundred people under her command to take part in the discussions? Heh, obviously not. She'd only be there as a backdrop, listening to a bunch of people brag and dream.
Maybe she'd even have to play the straight man...
At that moment, there was still a little time before the meeting began.
The various factions hurried to set up camp. Smoke was already curling up from quite a few camps whose people had moved quickly.
Shen Tang's group numbered only a little over a hundred, so they were bound to get a poor spot. If the Rebel Army launched a night raid or an attack, they'd bear the brunt of it. Fortunately, she had a bit of "rapport" with Gu Ren, who took the initiative to offer her a section of his camp.
Shen Tang naturally didn't refuse.
She couldn't risk the lives of a hundred or so people just to prove a point.
Before long, a dozen or so crude tents had been put up.
As she watched everyone bustling about, Shen Tang wore an expressionless face. In truth—Gu Chi tapped her shoulder with a finger, and Shen Tang turned toward him at the sound. "Mr. Gu, is something the matter?"
A flawless pie chart appeared on Gu Chi's face: three parts helplessness, three parts restraint, three parts fake smile, and one part collapse. He smiled without smiling. "Could Young Master Shen be a little quieter?"
Shen Tang opened her round, almond-shaped eyes with an innocent look and pointed at herself in confusion. "You mean me? But I haven't said anything."
"What I mean is, could Young Master Shen empty her mind?