Qin Li: "..."
Sometimes, you really couldn't blame Duke Luan Yi for having a problem with Gu Chi.
That guy always had a way of getting under his colleagues' skin by one means or another.
Which of my eyes had gone blind back then, for me to think Gu Chi was a proper, upright gentleman? He wasn't even pretending anymore—or no, he was clearly so deep in character that he'd lost himself. Qin Li closed his eyes in faint despair, lest they be scorched.
One eye had gone blind; he had to save the other.
"Even君 and subject need to mind their social distance."
Shen Tang pushed Gu Chi's head away with one hand.
"My lord is so heartless, unwilling to spare even a little tenderness." Gu Chi tilted his head with the force of her hand, unbothered by his lord's disgust. He skulked over to Qin Li. "How could it be one eye? First comes the sun, then the sky; Yuan Liang came before Chi. It must have been both!"
That Qin Gongsu was far too biased toward Qi Shan.
If he said that mistaking Gu Chi meant one of his eyes was blind, wouldn't mistaking Qi Shan mean the same thing? Come to think of it, Qin Li really was terrible at reading people. He'd either been deceived by one person or misjudged another. Wu Xian was a classic example of his dark history. It was only because Heaven had taken pity on him and let him meet Zhao Feng and the others that he hadn't spent his whole life being led around by the nose by all manner of people.
Qin Li: "..."
In a fit of rage, he summoned a localized downpour.
The carefully styled high bun on a certain man's head was washed flat.
With