Shen Tang didn't look at the beggar girl's reaction.
She went on, "However, I have a few conditions."
The beggar girl answered without thinking, "Please, Lord Shen."
After speaking, she herself froze.
A trace of regret showed in her eyes and brows.
She seemed to be blaming herself for being too eager and heartless, worried she'd leave Shen Tang with a bad impression. After all, in the eyes of the world, the previous generation's grudges belonged to the previous generation. As the old couple's granddaughter, she shared their bloodline; she shouldn't act so outrageously unfilial.
Her eagerness might make others look at her with disgust, thinking she was a heartless ingrate reincarnated as a human.
Even the minor official who had looked after her for several days showed faint disapproval. There was even a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Lord Shen's expression held not the slightest hint of reproach.
Shen Tang said, "You'll write the complaint."
The beggar girl didn't understand what she meant, but nodded anyway. "Of course. It's just that this commoner has little learning, and may not write it well..."
Her mother had taught her the basics herself.
Just enough to recognize and write characters, and understand a little reason.
As for literary flair and fine diction, she had none. She'd deliberately asked around about how to write a complaint, and had always held onto one wish: to clear her mother's name, seek justice for her, state her case, and restore her honor. But her hands were so badly frostbitten that her writing looked terrible.
Shen Tang added, "You'll be the one to beat the drum and cry out for justice."
The beggar girl froze at that, beginning to understand.
Shen Tang continued, "You'll be the one to bring the accusation."
The beggar girl didn't