Shen Tang calmly met Qi Cang's scrutinizing gaze.
She smiled warmly. "General Qi, why are you looking at me like that?"
Her fingers brushed her fair, flawless cheek. Her nails were clean and neatly rounded, and her knuckles bore none of the thick calluses left by years of martial training—not even the slightest hint of deformity. Every detail spoke of a life of comfort and privilege, unlike that of a warrior who lived by the blade.
An inscrutable glint stirred in the depths of Qi Cang's eyes.
In an instant, his thoughts had turned over a thousand times. Like a blazing bonfire that had burned itself out, they settled into ash and stillness. But Shen Tang didn't believe the ashes had entirely snuffed out his suspicions. After all, wasn't there a saying about dead embers springing back to life? The more she dealt with Qi Yanqing, the more she realized he was nothing like a typical Martial Gall Warrior.
He was so meticulous he became suspicious, and so confident he became conceited.
Once suspicion took root, he wouldn't let it go easily.
He would cling to his conclusion and rack his brains to justify it.
Qi Cang looked away. "You reminded me of an old acquaintance."
Zhongli Fu wasn't Shen Youli herself, but he was certainly a piece she had carefully placed on the board! Even so, that made things far less interesting. It couldn't compare to the prospect that Zhongli Fu was Shen Youli herself. Qi Cang glanced toward the fire and didn't even bother coming up with an excuse.
"Keep watch here. I'll go take a look."
If the granary really burned to the ground, there'd be no point in continuing this battle.
With that, Qi Cang pushed off the ground and shot toward the granary like a