"So... isn't Lord Shen in danger?"
Compared with the two-faced Qiu Wenyan, Gongxi Lai liked Shen Tang better. In terms of closeness, Shen Tang was also one of her elder brother's few close friends, and counted as "one of their own." Worried sick, Gongxi Lai asked, "Brother, shouldn't you warn Lord Shen?"
Gongxi Chou looked baffled. "Why warn her?"
Never mind that the two armies were facing off. Even for the sake of the real gold and silver that sucker Qiu Cheng had paid him, he couldn't throw a match.
"Aren't you close friends?"
"We are close friends, but—personal ties are personal ties, and business is business. If she can't even handle Qiu Wenyan, then she's fallen far too much over the years... I'd be very disappointed in a Mama like that." Gongxi Chou's concern for Shen Tang wasn't only because their tastes in music and aesthetics aligned so perfectly. There was another reason: Shen Tang could fight, and she could take a beating. If Shen Tang had been a wimp with a combat strength of five, Gongxi Chou's interest in her couldn't possibly have lasted this long.
Gongxi Lai's eyes shifted as she asked, "Aren't you worried? What if that Mama's head falls into someone else's hands?"
Gongxi Chou was positively itching to get his close friend's head.
"Whoever takes her head, I'll take theirs."
That was the head he'd set his sights on. Who dared snatch it?
Gongxi Lai: "..."
As a normal person, she simply couldn't understand Gongxi Chou's way of thinking. Was that Mama his close friend or his enemy? What kind of normal person spent every day thinking about beating up a close friend and taking their head as the perfect collectible???
Clearly, Gongxi Lai's worry was unnecessary.
Even if Shen Tang hadn't caught on,