"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. When you see injustice on the road, draw your blade to help—that is what people like us ought to do. No need to be so courteous, hero."
Shen Tang had delivered those words with great bravado. If one ignored the roasted flatbread she was holding, she truly possessed a wandering knight's air, as though she traveled the martial world.
Even someone as sharp-tongued as Qi Shan was too lazy to nitpick the flaws in Young Master Shen's words at this point. Young Master Shen had indeed "saved a life," but how many lives could be sealed at the throat by a single sword?
The drunken fool herself could not even remember.
As for "seeing injustice on the road," that was even more amusing. Clearly, Young Master Shen had thrown a drunken tantrum, charged all the way to someone else's doorstep, and "drawn her blade to help."
Qi Shan thought there were plenty of things to criticize, but the "thief" did not think so.
Seeing how naturally and candidly Shen Tang had spoken, he relaxed the taut strings of his heart somewhat. The tension between his brows eased, and his entire shoulders loosened.
He clasped his fists and promised, "A great kindness needs no thanks. If my benefactor ever needs my help, I shall gladly serve you like a dog or horse!"
Shen Tang smiled. "Think nothing of it."
As she spoke, she distributed the roasted flatbreads.
She did not know whether she had eaten too little at dinner or had simply exerted herself too much after getting drunk, but she was miserably hungry now. There was an indescribable hollowness after her reckless outburst, an unbearable feeling. As soon as she finished handing them out, she bit into a flatbread without