Chu Yao said earnestly, "Please punish me, my lord!"
Gu Chi had never seen anything like this. Even though he had been mentally prepared, the direct impact still made him uncomfortable. He covered his ears, trying to block out the irritating inner voices. Unfortunately, the Way of the Scholar dragged him down, making the effort even more useless than covering one's ears to steal a bell.
"What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Sheng was one of the calmer people present. He had neither "invited the wolf into the house" like Kang Shi and "added fuel to the fire" for his lord, nor "acted on his own" like Chu Yao and saddled his lord with a mountain of debt. He was merely Xun Zhen's friend.
Hmm, he could still sit there.
He even had the leisure to watch the show.
To be honest, wasn't the undercurrent beneath this performance no less fascinating than song and dance? He could not help slapping the table and praising it aloud.
He caught sight of Gu Chi's abnormal complexion from the corner of his eye.
He was paler than a corpse that had been left untouched for three days.
Out of their shared hardships over the past while, Jiang Sheng took the initiative to show some concern. But Gu Chi could not hear a thing at that moment. His head was buzzing, as though someone were beating drums and gongs right beside his ears. He could not hear the slightest sound from the outside world.
"Wangchao?"
Seeing this, Jiang Sheng worriedly gave him a gentle push.
The next instant, the inner voice with its world-shattering noise abruptly cut off, leaving complete silence. Only after a while did the inner voices of the others begin to filter through. Gu Chi had only just encountered this and was