At that moment, Shen Tang genuinely wanted to slap Gongxi Chou across the face.
But considering his personality, she held back.
She was afraid he would pester her until they fought to decide who was stronger.
"Gong—Xi—Chou—"
Shen Tang's earlier concerns had been well-founded.
She had led her troops to suppress the enemy soldiers who had switched sides, resolving the logistical crisis, then hurried through the night to catch up with the main army. Guess what? She didn't see so much as Gongxi Chou's shadow—not even a ghost of him. At least he had a conscience and left behind a letter with some intelligence.
The messenger soldier nervously presented the letter, which wasn't even sealed with wax, afraid his lord might doubt its authenticity.
Heaven as my witness, it was already like this when it reached my hands.
It had never left my sight, and no third party had touched it.
Shen Tang had pushed herself to hurry. Now her breathing was uneven, and she took small gasps to regulate her rhythm. The strenuous activity had flushed her cheeks and left a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. If she was in this state, it went without saying that Literary Scholars, whose constitutions were comparatively frail, were worse off. Gu De could no longer worry about manners or decorum. He braced one hand against his waist to ease the strain, then pulled a folding fan from his belt and opened it. Drawing close to his lord, the two of them fanned themselves together. "Why isn't this letter even sealed with wax?"
"Gongxi Chou's always been like this. If it's nothing important, he forgets to seal his letters nine times out of ten." Gongxi Chou didn't care at all about information leaks. If he found out someone other than the