Gu Chi was amused. "A sucker?"
Shen Tang said mournfully, "A colossal sucker."
Looking at his lord's worried, bitter expression, Gu Chi couldn't resist teasing her. "If that's the case, why would an immortal descend to the mortal world?"
Shen Tang ground her teeth. "To undergo tribulation!"
"You're all tribulations sent to collect debts!"
How many perfectly normal Literary Scholars were there in the world?
And how few oddballs?
Why was the concentration of oddballs around her so high?
If this wasn't predestined by some unseen force, she didn't believe it!
Gu Chi was rendered speechless.
Perched on his horse, he shrugged without the slightest concern for his image. "If they're here to collect debts, Chi is definitely not included."
He was his lord's mouthpiece, her confidant who understood her unspoken words.
Anything his lord found inconvenient or impossible to say, he would say for her. He shouldered the bad reputation and left all the good one to his lord. Compared to their other colleagues, he was practically a little padded jacket that kept her warm in winter and a cool, refreshing tea that quenched her thirst in summer.
The corner of Shen Tang's mouth twitched. She couldn't help complaining, "...Wangchao, I only called you fat, and you're already huffing and puffing?"
Not funny in the slightest.
She needed to vent to relieve her frustration.
But Gu Chi had gone straight to gilding his own lily.
"You're all birds of a feather..." Shen Tang muttered under her breath before raising her voice expectantly. "Once we get back this time, the situation on the frontier of Longwu Commandery should be peaceful for a few years. We can use this opportunity to properly stabilize the people's livelihoods and recruit a few more people."
Their current manpower was stretched thin.
"Recruit worthy talents?"