Heaven knows I'm telling the truth.
At first, she really hadn't remembered there was any such person.
As a perpetually overworked, 996-working corporate slave, lord, and all-around sucker, she got so busy she lost track of day and night. To boost her work efficiency, she'd gradually developed the habit of selective memory—remembering only the people and things she wanted to remember. Memories like "an unnamed Martial Gall Warrior under Qiu Cheng whom she'd killed" naturally got sorted into the trash. Swept into a pile and left to gather dust in a corner.
Unless she made a point of thinking about it, she might as well have forgotten it ever happened.
Putting together the clues "under Qiu Cheng's command" and "ninth-rank Wudafu," along with the middle-aged general's strange attitude, Shen Tang guessed that he might be related by blood to that ninth-rank Wudafu. Her thoughts turned, and she decided to test the waters.
And sure enough, she'd hit the mark.
"You—"
The middle-aged general's eyes widened in fury.
"What did you say?"
The middle-aged general, who had originally looked down on Shen Tang's taunts from on high, now seemed like a keg of explosives with its fuse lit. He burst into a rage, glaring at Shen Tang with such venom that he looked ready to peel off her skin, tear her limb from limb, and feast on her flesh and blood!
"Hard of hearing at your age?"
Shen Tang unhesitatingly poured oil on the fire.
She deliberately drew out a strange, sing-song "Ohhh," looking smug that she'd guessed right on the first try. "So you really are related. That's right! I killed him. I cut off his head! It even went up on the Command Platform as a sacrifice before the army set out."
Her teasing, playful tone suddenly turned cold.