Three years' worth of tax silver from Sibao Prefecture, plus all the treasures the prefect had given Zheng Qiao—how enormous a fortune was that? It didn't take much thought to realize this wouldn't be easy money to rob. The risk was too high.
With something weighing on her mind, it was only natural that she'd be distracted.
Chu Yao had noticed her strange behavior.
"Wu Lang, is something on your mind?"
Shen Tang let out an "Ah" and instinctively glanced at Qi Shan, seeking his opinion with her eyes. Although Qi Shan had included Chu Yao in the plan, robbing the tax silver was a serious matter involving their lives. Naturally, Qi Shan himself had to give permission before she could tell a third party.
Chu Yao also looked at Qi Shan in confusion.
What had this guy said to Wu Lang while he was away?
Qi Shan lowered his head and patiently fed Su Shang in his arms. Smiling, he said, "It's a small matter. Young Master Shen can decide for himself."
Shen Tang's mouth twitched.
Robbing the tax silver was a grave crime, punishable by slow slicing at the very least. Yet Qi Yuanliang called it a small matter. Shen Tang couldn't help wondering what he'd done with his previous employers to become so accustomed to courting death.
Since Qi Shan had left the decision to her, she told Chu Yao.
"Yuan Liang wants to follow the example of the Liangshan Heroes and rob Sibao Prefecture's tax silver, like they robbed the birthday gifts." She pointed at Qi Shan, making it clear the idea was his. After a pause, she added, "The birthday gifts were just a batch of presents. They weren't remotely as well guarded as the tax silver."
Qi Shan was recklessly bold, jumping straight into