The Six Arts of the Gentleman.
Ritual, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics.
"Charioteering" didn't mean riding a horse. It meant mastering the art of driving a horse-drawn carriage or chariot. Martial Gall Warriors could conjure bows and horses from martial energy, so naturally they could conjure chariots, too. Driving a chariot into battle was surely a skill mastered by mid- to high-level Martial Gall Warriors!
Shen Tang blinked her round, almond-shaped eyes.
She asked in a tiny voice, "Can't you?"
Gongshu Wu: "..."
Zhao Feng: "..."
Shen Tang said, "I thought Martial Gall Warriors could do it."
Gongshu Wu felt as if he couldn't catch his breath. He suppressed the twitch at the corner of his mouth. "My lord, it's not a question of whether we can. You're asking the impossible. Besides, Martial Gall Warriors drive chariots to besiege cities and conquer territory, to..."
As if something had occurred to him, he abruptly fell silent.
Earlier, Zhao Feng had used the same excuse to refuse to demolish buildings, only to be thoroughly talked around by his own lord. He was a Tenth Rank Left Shu Chang, and Zhao Feng was a Twelfth Rank Zuogeng. They'd already done demolition work, so hauling rubble in a chariot wasn't any different.
Gongshu Wu didn't have much of an opinion on the matter.
As a Martial Gall Warrior, whether he was helping his lord expand her territory or driving a chariot made no real difference. As for whether the chariot carried his lord or the building rubble she wanted hauled, as long as his lord didn't mind, he had nothing to complain about either.
But Zhao Feng was different.
He was an outside ally who'd come to repay a debt of gratitude.
If Zhao Feng objected, this would be difficult.
So—
What did