Shen Tang was so angry she nearly lost the ability to speak. "Can a woman produce an illegitimate child all by herself? If her husband hadn't coveted her beauty, could the Lady of the Luan Clan have tied him to a bed and forced herself on him? If it didn't work the first time, was she supposed to tie him up a few more times?"
They didn't punish the men who chased after every pretty face, only picking on the weak.
Shouldn't they at least treat everyone equally?
Instead, she'd gone and directed all her anger at one side.
After saying that, she grew even angrier. "That Lady of the Luan Clan wasn't cautious, either. Since she was willing to borrow seed, why not go one step further and find someone she could borrow seed from and kill? If she wanted to keep the child and get rid of the father, she should've done it thoroughly. Leaving loose ends behind only added trouble."
Seeds that were limited editions—or even one of a kind—were the best kind.
"Gongyi, do you know what I'm thinking right now?"
Shen Tang had listened to the whole story with a cup of hot tea in her hands.
Luan Xin shook his head. "I don't."
Shen Tang set down her tea and told him he could take a shortcut. "Gongyi, you can guess. If you can't, you can use Wangchao's Way of the Scholar to listen. See what I'm thinking right now."
Luan Xin shook his head again. "I value my life."
His Way of the Scholar was powerful, but the burden it brought was just as terrifying. He couldn't use it whenever he pleased, whenever he wanted.
He'd secretly tried Gu Chi's Way of the Scholar before, but had been forced to stop after just