"Awooo—"
"My head—"
Waking up after being dead drunk felt absolutely awful.
Shen Tang clutched her head with both hands and curled up in the bedding, rolling around. She wished she could smash her head into the pillow—this thing on her neck felt several times heavier than usual! After a long while, she lay flat on her back with her limbs splayed wide, staring blankly into space with a wooden expression, as though life held no joy at all.
She muttered, "I'm never drinking again."
The aftereffects of a hangover were far too brutal.
Scenes from last night's banquet flashed before her eyes in rapid succession, and her wooden expression turned to one of grief. From now on, she was a penniless pauper buried under debt.
Fortunately, she could still use her Word Spirit to create things, so she wouldn't be reduced to eating dirt.
Thinking of this, she pounded furiously on the soft bed.
"It looks like recruiting some normal Literary Scholars is absolutely imperative. If a few more oddballs show up, they'll kill me sooner or later."
Shen Tang lightly bit her lower lip, her eyes darting around as she thought about expanding the recruitment until every staffing hole was filled. Admittedly, Xun Zhen and the others were truly formidable, but they were also expensive for their lord to maintain. Anyone without exceptionally strong fortune couldn't withstand it! Rather than use them, she might as well do it herself!
She lay on her stomach in the bedding, pondering whether this was feasible.
"Lord Shen is awake?"
A somewhat familiar voice came from outside the room.
Shen Tang didn't recognize who it was at first. Guessing that someone had come to deliver her washing things, she answered instinctively, "Mm, I'm awake."
The person asked again, "Is this a convenient