"Shen Lang—no, Madam Shen, do you have anything else to say?"
Shen Tang froze in place.
Her mind and heart went completely blank.
She had never imagined that Mr. Gu would be the first to figure it out.
But—
She felt she could still struggle.
"Madam Shen? You think I'm a woman? A woman with a Literary Heart Sigil? Don't you think that's an utterly absurd story? Even the street storytellers wouldn't dare make up something so ridiculous!"
Before she had built up enough strength, being a woman—someone everyone believed couldn't possess a Literary Heart or Martial Gall—who had one would be a disaster, whether she was treated as a curiosity or an ill omen. It didn't matter that Qi Shan and the others knew; she had never tried to hide it from them, and had even wondered when they would figure out the truth. But this Mr. Gu was different.
If he found out—
Shen Tang would have no choice but to give him a sword thrust. Better to die sooner and be reborn sooner!
Mr. Gu calmly fanned himself and smiled, taking a sip of Lanling Wine. "Absurd? Before the Calamity Star descended, who knew that there could be a Literary Heart and Martial Gall, or that words could become reality? In this absurd world, no strange occurrence could be called absurd."
Shen Tang's face turned cold. "Mr. Gu, you've got the wrong person."
Mr. Gu pointed at the dancer, who had been kicked so hard she still hadn't recovered. "Do you know why this person has only one ear?"
"I have no interest in knowing."
"She tried to harm you on the way to exile. You used your Word Spirit to escape, and the escorting guards mistakenly thought she was your accomplice. With one person missing, they