"Did I commit some terrible sin in my previous life?"
Shen Tang found herself questioning her life on a daily basis.
She couldn't even focus on her work.
Qi Shan came over to deliver something and happened to hear her muttering to herself. Thinking she'd run into some kind of trouble, he casually asked after her. Their lord was still a growing sapling, after all. As her subordinate, he occasionally had to care about her physical and mental well-being. He couldn't just stand by and let her go mad without a word.
Shen Tang gazed at Qi Shan with a plaintive look, staring without blinking until he was thoroughly baffled. He asked, "My lord, why are you looking at me like that? Is something the matter?"
Had he not washed up properly that morning?
Was his appearance in disarray?
Before Qi Shan could wonder any further, Shen Tang said mournfully, "I was wondering how many years of life I have left on Lord Yama's ledger. Or, if I'm ever cornered by a powerful enemy with no way out, could you all pretend to surrender? Maybe then we'd turn the tables at the last moment and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat... Ah, what a headache..."
Qi Shan: "..."
Suppressing a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, he tried not to laugh and said helplessly, "My lord, please don't make such an unlucky joke. Besides, whether it's a Literary Scholar or anything else, with enough people around, there are bound to be one or two unusual cases. You're just..."
Should he say she was simply too lucky?
Or that she was simply too unlucky?
Honestly, in all his years of traveling from place to place and taking the heads of seven lords, Qi Shan had never once encountered