Shen Tang: "???"
For some reason, the air felt a little chilly.
She shook her head, tossing those strange illusions to the back of her mind. Then she put on a smile again and distributed everything she'd brought back, as if handing out gifts. Qi Shan withdrew his gaze, only then noticing the two round-bellied wine jars. He pulled out the cloth stopper and sniffed.
He asked, "Du Kang?"
Shen Tang said, "Yep, it's for you."
Qi Shan said with certainty, "You made it with Word Spirit again?"
Chu Yao, who had finally reacted, shifted his gaze slightly. When he looked at Qi Shan, his eyes held a depthless solemnity and chill.
Shen Tang: "Why couldn't I have bought it?"
That was exactly what had happened, but Qi Shan had guessed it in one go. She was annoyed; he made her sound like some cheapskate who loved getting things for free.
Qi Shan chuckled twice, then delivered a string of cutting remarks.
"You have money? Even if you did, where would Xiaocheng get Du Kang? And even if there really were Du Kang here, would the jars and cloth stoppers be so new? Go on, which Word Spirit did you ruin this time? 'I care not for office, only for Du Kang,' or 'What can drown my sorrows? Only Du Kang'?"
Of all the scrolls he had, these seemed to be the only two lines related to Du Kang. Still, he hadn't expected Young Master Shen to actually make it.
Shen Tang felt guilty, but also perfectly justified. Her voice rose as she spoke. "Who cares what the Word Spirit is? If it can conjure fine wine to make money, it's a good Word Spirit. Isn't life all about having a mouth to eat with? The people of Xiaocheng seem