The Northeastern Kingdoms were naturally awash with cries of grief.
The various kingdoms were terrified, living in fear of what each day might bring.
Zhai Le said, "Aren't you afraid they'll decide they have nothing left to lose and go all out?"
He knew Shen Tang was no easy opponent, but the Northeastern Kingdoms didn't. They probably thought Kang was just an upgraded version of Qu, and Shen Youli was simply a slightly more ill-tempered Zhai Xiaofang. Human nature was always like that: when the gap between enemy and self wasn't too wide, ambition would take root; only when the difference was as great as heaven and earth would people bend their backs, accept their fate, and bow in submission.
Clearly, the Northeastern Kingdoms still hadn't grasped the situation.
Shen Tang said, "Then let them go all out. I won't stop them."
No matter how much they kicked up a fuss, they couldn't possibly succeed.
She wasn't particularly fond of fighting, but that didn't mean she was afraid of it.
Shen Tang replied to several points in the memorial, then casually set it aside to let the ink dry. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Zhai Xiaofang eating the lychees on her desk until only a few remained. Anger made the veins in her forehead throb. Zhai Le sensed the Killing Intent and tensed in an instant, meeting Shen Tang's furious gaze head-on. He realized what was going on. His expression turned sheepish, but he didn't put the lychee in his hand back. Instead, he decisively took a bite.
With his mouth full, he said, entirely unapologetically, "I saw they were about to go bad, so I kindly took care of them for you. What a waste it'd be otherwise."
Zhai Le had eaten plenty of lychees