Eight Thousand Against Forty Thousand, the Advantage Is Ours (Part 2) [Please Vote for Monthly Tickets]

"What's wrong with raiding their home?"

Shen Tang calmly defended herself.

"War is war. How can you call this raiding their home? There are no rules in war. Better to be a sneak than a short-lived fool! If you had the chance, wouldn't you raid their home? Is that even possible? I don't believe it!"

She stroked the silver whip coiled several times over and lounged sideways on a rock. Then she reached into her robes and pulled out a plump, glistening black-red plum. She wiped it on her sleeve and took a crisp bite. Its sweet-and-sour fragrance spread across her taste buds, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed blissfully.

"The south really does have more fruit."

Chewing, she turned to ask Qin Li if he wanted to try one. He politely declined, so she offered one to Gu Chi instead. Gu Chi was happy to oblige. In full view of the indignant prisoners, the ruler and her subject crunched away at their plums, pausing after a few bites to offer their opinions.

"No wonder the royal court spent a fortune raising these. They taste nothing like ordinary plums." Plums grew in Kang Country too, and they were sizable, but their flesh was firm and a little astringent. This one was different: perfectly balanced between sweet and sour, and bursting with juice. It was just the sort Gu Chi liked.

He put away the pit after finishing the fruit.

Once the battle was over, he would plant it in his courtyard and privately ask someone from the Ministry of Agriculture to help it grow. Then he could enjoy these plums every year. Looking at the few people whose faces had turned ashen, Gu Chi sneered. "I hear there's a touching story behind this plum tree the royal court raised."

Shen Tang