The Zhang family head's expression changed abruptly.
His false, poverty-stricken look vanished, replaced by a fearsome, fierce expression. His eyes blazed with intense Killing Intent as he stared fixedly at Shen Tang's beautiful face. Each word came out as venomous as a snake's bite. "Lord Shen, do you know what you're saying?"
In the Zhang family head's eyes, Shen Tang was already a dead woman.
Shen Tang smiled brightly. "Tell me, Zhang family head: was there a single word in what I just said that I made up? Three mu of poor-quality fields can support one person, while your Zhang clan owns over a hundred qing of fertile land—and that's only what we've been able to find out so far. How much more remains undiscovered? I'm afraid only you know. With a fortune like that, you've paid a hundred sheng in taxes over several years! Do you think two words about attending a funeral can wipe that clean?"
At those words, even the family head's younger brother, who had been gazing at Shen Tang in a daze, came to his senses. He gave a derisive snort, the fleshy folds of his face twitching as he threatened, "So Lord Shen came here to pick a fight? You weren't really looking for someone or borrowing grain?"
"If you were a guest, I would naturally sweep the couch and welcome you. But you aren't!" The Zhang family head tapped the tabletop with a bent finger. A dozen or so household guards rushed in from outside, drawing their blades with a series of sharp shings.
They looked ready to sweep their guest out the door. "Lord Shen, please!"
The blades gleamed coldly.
The atmosphere inside the room plunged almost to freezing.
They weren't merely preparing to drive out a guest.
They were preparing to