Gongxi Chou waved a hand in front of Shen Tang's eyes.
"What's wrong? So happy you've gone out of it?"
He was absolutely certain that Mama had been distracted just now. If he'd taken the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and assassinate her, she wouldn't have been able to dodge. That wasn't the kind of quality a powerful warrior should have. Gongxi Chou had initially been a little displeased—his big brother had been reduced to a mere bonus, enough to make even Xun Yong'an shake his head—but seeing Mama's reaction put him at ease.
Forget it, forget it.
Kindred spirits ought to share their blessings and weather their misfortunes together.
These past few days, Gongxi Chou had finally learned just how pitiful Shen Tang's life as Sovereign was. She hadn't enjoyed the slightest bit of wealth or splendor; instead, she'd spent all three hundred and sixty-five days of the year enduring hardship in one form or another. She went out with no money in her purse, had to borrow money to treat her friends, and her whole air of grandeur depended on Chu Wu Hui and the others working out of love, as well as the three-province system within the palace. Otherwise, she couldn't even afford a decent set of clothes for each season. Wasn't that ridiculous?
When his big brother found out, his eyes had gone red, as if he were about to cry.
That made sense. To the High Priest, Mama was a Divine Statue enshrined on the altar. Not casting the statue in solid gold, but merely covering it with a few layers of gold leaf, was already a grave act of disrespect. Watching his big brother try to remember what there was to dismantle in the old Clan Land, Gongxi Chou folded his arms and