"Back to reality, Gongyi~"
Shen Tang's stunningly gorgeous face suddenly loomed before Luan Xin. Startled, he took a step back and cupped his hands in apology. "I was just distracted, and didn't hear what you told me, my lord. Please forgive me."
Shen Tang laughed loudly. "I said—"
"Back to reality, Gongyi~"
At her words, Luan Xin flushed with embarrassment.
Seeing this, Shen Tang decided not to tease the honest man any further. "What were you thinking about just now, to be so distracted you didn't even hear me calling you?"
She knew that Luan Xin was slower to react than most people. If he used his Way of the Scholar, his reaction speed would drop from 4G to 2G, but he hadn't used it today. So this time, he'd simply been lost in thought. Luan Xin pressed his lips together slightly, as if deep in thought.
"My lord, Li Shisong is dead."
The shadow that had tormented him for years had finally been dispelled.
He had cut off Li He's head with his own hands.
It had all happened so quickly and smoothly that it felt somewhat unreal, yet what he had just witnessed remained vivid in his mind...
"I know. Aren't you holding his head?"
Prompted by Shen Tang, Luan Xin looked down at his hands and nearly dropped the sword he was holding. Only then did he realize that he'd tossed Li He's head aside long ago and hadn't brought it back at all. He looked at his lord, who was already laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
Chu Yao patted Shen Tang on the back. He looked helpless, but his tone was gentle and indulgent. "My lord, don't tease Gongyi any more."
There was rarely such an honest man among Literary Scholars.
Looking at Shen