Shen Tang truly didn't know much about Xiahou Yu and the other man.
She hadn't lied to Zhai Le. Fate really had played a major part in her decision to take them under her wing. If there were truly fatal problems with either of them, then she could do without that particular fate. She asked with complete naturalness, "Quqing Academy? Is something wrong with it?"
The overly familiar Shen Tang didn't bother being polite to Zhai Le.
If she had a question, she simply asked it, as if it were only natural—as though they weren't separated by thousands of miles, as though they hadn't been apart for more than a decade, as if things were just as they had been back then. Zhai Le looked into Shen Tang's eyes, his expression briefly dazed. The bald girl before him gradually aligned with the spirited, striking young man in his memories... Except, no, they didn't align at all. Zhai Le burst out laughing.
His laughter came out of nowhere.
Shen Tang shot him a murderous look. "What the hell are you laughing at?"
Zhai Le raised a hand to cover the smile he couldn't suppress, trying to salvage some dignity after his rude outburst. "Ahem, I suddenly remembered a happy occasion. I was wondering what to name my son..."
Shen Youli had less hair on her head than his son had at birth.
When his son was just born, Zhai Le had lamented how little hair the boy had—not at all like his elder sister and second sister, whose newborn hair had been thick and black. The midwife had carefully flattered him, saying it was an auspicious sign that the boy would be "brilliant to the point of baldness." Naturally, Zhai Le didn't believe a word of that nonsense. The heir to