"B-Bad?" Seeing Shen Tang react like that, Luan Xin assumed the petty Li He had already won their trust. For the moment, he set aside his Personal Grudge. "My lord, you mustn't trust this man lightly. Leaving aside his Way of the Scholar, just look at his character..."
He felt another flicker of doubt and confusion.
From what he knew of Li He, his lord's visible resources and strength would never have attracted someone like Li He, who loved attaching himself to the powerful and devoted himself to climbing the social ladder. As his thoughts churned, he heard his lord continue, "...You won't get to claim Li Shisong's head."
Luan Xin: "???"
Why would he ever try to claim Li He's head?
Shen Tang hadn't missed the brief confusion that crossed Luan Xin's face. Clenching her fist, she said, "To avenge yourself! Nothing feels better than taking your enemy's head with your own hands! Don't believe that self-comforting nonsense about 'a gentleman's revenge can wait ten years.' If you can take revenge sooner, do it sooner. Letting your enemy live a few more years doesn't earn us interest. If you get the chance to kill him and don't take it, are you saving him to make offerings to your ancestors at Qingming?"
Shen Tang had a gorgeous, richly beautiful face and clear eyes, and she was frank and carefree. But she had an immense Killing Intent—so much that even Luan Xin, the actual victim, was momentarily stunned. Though he was taken aback, he knew how to appreciate her kindness. His lord had said that for his sake.
Luan Xin asked, "Who took Li Shisong's head?"
His lord said he wouldn't get it, which meant someone else had gotten there first.
"Alas, naturally it was Wei Shou."
Shen Tang explained everything