"Damn—what's that Zheng Qiao dog barking about?"
Gu Chi had not even reached the main hall of the administrative office when he heard his lord's furious inner voice. The rage beneath it erupted like a volcano, lava surging forth. No one could doubt that if she were handed a knife right now, she'd charge off with it and fight Zheng Qiao to the death.
"What's that dog's name again? Damn it, what was that dog called?"
Gu Chi raised a hand to stop Jiang Sheng, who was walking beside him.
Jiang Sheng gave him a puzzled look.
He lowered his voice. "The lord's temper is blazing right now."
Whoever got close would get scorched.
The officials in Heyin and Fugu Commanderies had made no effort to hide the ways of the scholar they used to mess with people.
Jiang Sheng had gradually figured out Gu Chi's Way of the Scholar, too. He couldn't help marveling at the lord's broad-mindedness—she didn't even mind!
Since the lord didn't mind, he didn't feel he could voice his own discomfort. And after spending more time together, he'd gradually gotten used to it. Now he had to admit that Gu Chi's Way of the Scholar really was useful at times, like when it came to warning people about a "fire."
"Even if she's furious, they should still be able to talk things out." Jiang Sheng had never seen Shen Tang lose her temper, so he could only guess based on past experience. He whispered helplessly, "If we wait here, will the lord's anger really go away?"
Before Gu Chi could answer, a voice came from the main hall.
"You two, get in here! What are you crouching by the door for?"
The two exchanged a glance, then braced themselves and went in.
"My lord," Gu