"Heh."
Qi Shan sneered as he looked at his three colleagues.
He had known Gu Chi the longest; their first meeting could be traced back more than twenty years. Qin Li came next, while even the shortest acquaintance, with Chu Yao, was already approaching twenty years. Qi Shan could drink Meng Po Soup and still never forget what these three were like. "A Prince Yuan who appeared out of nowhere has been made Crown Prince, and this is the reaction you three have? You lied that you didn't know. Do you think I'd believe you?"
His body was sick, not his brain.
If these three truly didn't know who Shen Rugui was, they shouldn't be wearing such half-dead expressions! Qi Shan's patience had run dry. He was like a wounded tiger that had gone hungry for days without finding prey; every twitching muscle on his face proclaimed restless agitation and suppressed fury.
"What exactly are you hiding from me!"
Qi Shan's teeth chattered, the whites of his eyes webbed with red.
"Who exactly is this damned Shen Rugui!"
His agitation seemed to affect even the air. Like a trapped beast, he paced back and forth, trampling the animal-skin rug beneath his feet until it was thoroughly mauled. "Where's my lord? Where is my lord now?"
During the two days Qi Shan had been recuperating, Shen Tang had not come to visit him.
He had assumed she was too busy with state affairs to get away, but when he thought of how she had still found time to sort through such a pile of things and rack her brains devising titles for meritorious officials, even if she was busy, she shouldn't have been busy beyond all measure. Since that was the case, why was she unwilling to come see him?
Chu