The atmosphere was delicate.
At first, Jiang Sheng did not understand what his new lord's lack of a spear had to do with a Literary Scholar's lack of a horse.
But in the blink of an eye, enlightenment struck.
He somehow understood what Shen Tang was trying to express.
And then?
Then there was no "then."
Jiang Sheng nearly turned green.
Could a delicate topic concerning male dignity and the continuation of one's bloodline really be discussed so casually? And was he really allowed to listen so casually?
He forcibly dredged his rationality from the chaos of his thoughts.
At the same time, everything suddenly became clear.
At first, he had been astonished by Lord Shen's excessively beautiful appearance. From every angle—sideways, upright, above, below—it was plainly a girl's face. But after his lord put it that way, he understood. Perhaps she had been born without certain equipment, which was why she had yet to display any masculine features at her age.
He felt a vague sympathy, but found it difficult to voice.
Whether sympathy or consolation, either would be strange.
Yet Shen Tang simply watched him with a bright smile. If he did not say something, it seemed he would have even more trouble explaining himself.
Thus, Jiang Sheng chose his words carefully, afraid of pricking his lord's fragile heart. After all, being a natural eunuch was not his lord's own choice.
He spoke beautifully, and with great encouragement.
"Lord, I believe a man's virile bearing does not lie beneath a scholar's robe, nor in the continuation of his bloodline. It lies in his heart, in his conduct, and in being able to face Heaven and earth without shame. Set your heart at ease, Lord. I will not leave you because of this, and I shall keep today's matter