Jiang Sheng saw at once from Shen Tang's expression that something was wrong.
He turned and borrowed an umbrella from Liao Jia, then handed it to Shen Tang, who looked bewildered. "My lord, did you sleep well last night?"
"Last night?" Shen Tang looked puzzled, but still reached out to take it by reflex. "I slept all right, I guess. I did have a nightmare in the second half of the night and woke up once, but that was all. I'm not so pampered that I can't sleep without a soft bed and pillows..."
Conditions on the march were limited.
If the soldiers could endure hardship, why couldn't their lord?
"Why did you suddenly give me an umbrella, First Ascendant?"
She opened it and looked up, only to see a canopy with a red background and flowers vying for beauty painted across it. She didn't need to guess that it belonged to Liao Jia. That man had a special fondness for red and dressed like a walking red packet every day. In a crowd, he was a living bull's-eye.
As soon as she finished speaking, the canopy shuddered.
Something landed on it.
Shen Tang: "..."
Ah, that familiar feeling...
Jiang Sheng fought back a laugh. "Today, my lord's forehead looks dark, and your luck seems poor. To be safe, you should keep an umbrella open..."
As soon as he finished, Shen Tang heard two more thumps against the canopy.
Needless to say, two fresh globs of bird droppings.
She gritted her teeth. "Ji Shou must be behind this again!"
She worked herself to the bone, pulling twelve-hour shifts to support her subordinates.
And this was how Kang Jishou repaid her?
At the mention of Kang Shi, Jiang Sheng stopped laughing. Instead, he spoke with concern. "Ji Shou knows well how