Something was wrong!
Very wrong!
This was nothing like the lord's usual style!
Xianyu Jian stood behind and to the side of Shen Tang, one hand resting on the hilt at his waist, his imposing figure poised to guard her. Yet inwardly, he couldn't help muttering to himself. He wouldn't claim to understand his lord's temperament inside and out, but he knew the basics.
In simple terms, she never lifted a finger without something in it for her.
If there was no profit, she wouldn't touch a money-losing venture.
Lord Yang had also said that his lord was devious to the bone. She might be young, but she was an expert at selling people off and making them help count the money. Word had it that Lord Yang had suffered from this himself, though Xianyu Jian hadn't dared ask him for details at the time.
In short—in a word—
His lord was definitely plotting something nasty!
Gu Chi glanced at the expressionless young warrior standing guard and silently clicked his tongue. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover.
He hardly ever said a word, but he sure was chatty in his head.
Shen Tang beckoned Jiang Sheng and the others over with one hand, while brushing the black ash off the stele with the other. She read by the light of a torch.
"Wangchao, come take a look."
Thanks to her Literary Heart's special nature, Shen Tang had been cramming Ten Crows script while leading troops in battle these past few days. She knew a little, but not much. Gu Chi and Jiang Sheng learned far faster than she did with the support of their literary palaces, and they had no trouble reading the whole thing.
Just as Xianyu Jian had said, the inscription consisted entirely of tales