It was outrageous—
But the lord's words did sound strangely reasonable.
Jiang Sheng stroked his beard, lost in thought over his millet porridge. As the lord, Shen Tang naturally had to "show concern"—which really meant checking whether an employee was slacking off. "Is the porridge not to your liking?"
"No, Sheng just remembered something."
Shen Tang took it seriously. "What is it?"
Jiang Sheng asked, "I've heard there are ten Golden Crows, right?"
Shen Tang nodded. "Mm. According to the myths in the Calamity Star Word Spirit, there were ten Golden Crows, but when all ten suns appeared at once, the hero Hou Yi shot down nine of them. But myths are just myths. We should still stick to science. The sun above us is a giant sphere of luminous plasma—in short, a star. It isn't some black bird... The whole Ten Crows origin story is complete nonsense..."
Jiang Sheng had long since mastered the art of ignoring useless chatter. Shen Tang rambled on and on, but he only heard her first sentence.
"Which Golden Crow was Ten Crows descended from?"
That question stumped Shen Tang.
"How would we know..."
Jiang Sheng put on a solemn expression. "The nine sons of the dragon are all different. Among common folk, there are countless children born to the same parents who look worlds apart. Even families with the same surname distinguish between the main and collateral branches, let alone the descendants of ten Golden Crows. Sheng believes one stele inscription won't be enough."
Gu Chi, who had been focused on eating, lowered his chopsticks.
His expression said it all: "You old fox, you're sneakier than you look."
Shen Tang rested her chin in her hand, considering Jiang Sheng's suggestion.
"Deng the Vanguard, that's... very reasonable. It makes sense... and it could work..."