Qi Cang listened to Shen Tang's wildly off-key tune, veins bulging uncontrollably across his forehead. He might have always claimed to be a boor who knew nothing of refinement, but in truth, he had a little taste. It was just that, compared with the cultivated scholars raised by great lineages, his taste was nothing to speak of.
He had never imagined that someone in this world could be even more vulgar than he was.
And that person's identity seemed to have something to do with Shen Youli.
Qi Cang's face crumpled, looking like the aftermath of a botched facelift. Disgust practically oozed from the corners of his eyes. "What immortal did you offend to end up with a voice like that? I've done countless wicked things in my life, but hearing you sing this one song might wipe the slate clean."
It was so awful it practically counted as torture!
"General Qi, I address you respectfully as a general. How can you look me in the eye and lie?" She pointed at herself, incredulous.
It had been years since Shen Tang had heard Qi Cang launch such unrestrained verbal attacks and slander. She immediately wanted to fly into a rage and denounce him for failing to appreciate the artistic essence of her performance. Slander! It was all slander! Qi Cang's level of defamation was grounds for filing a report with the authorities!
Qi Cang sneered, but he was also starting to have doubts.
Opinions of Shen Tang varied, and among all the dirt people had dug up on her, no one had ever said she lacked literary or musical knowledge. Besides, she was now the Sovereign of a country. Even if she hadn't understood music before, people would have pushed her to study after she founded her kingdom and ascended