The Oppression of a Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang Zao (Part 2) [Monthly Ticket Request]

"That's all well and good, but we don't feel confident, and unlike Lord Shen, we don't have martial strength to rely on or a rich family fortune... Are we not even allowed to grumble in private? Even if Lord Shen has worked hard and rendered great service, she shouldn't be so domineering." Someone muttered under his breath.

In the next instant, a bone-chilling streak of sword light skimmed past his ear.

Sword Qi turned into a breeze and sliced away half a lock of his hair.

His cheek still felt faintly scorched.

The anger of being threatened by Shen Tang overpowered his fear. The man sprang to his feet in a rage and pointed at her. "You, you... Shen Youli, are you trying to kill me?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So you do have some courage. You come down hard on your allies, but go limp in front of the enemy?" Shen Tang narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and mockingly tore away his facade. "What do you mean, grumbling in private? If you strip naked, burrow under your quilt, and fart, that's private! Is this a private place? You're a grown man weighing a hundred jin, and you can't tell what's appropriate for the occasion? The so-called grumbling you're talking about is a vicious attack that can undermine the army's morale! Put more seriously, this is aiding the enemy! Colluding with the enemy! Treason!"

She swept her gaze across the room, taking in everyone's reactions, then suddenly laughed. "You don't feel confident? When it's time to take up your spears and go into battle, you say you don't feel confident? So all that earlier posturing was the extent of your abilities? Your body isn't a eunuch's, but your heart is even more eunuch-like!"

Someone said awkwardly, "Lord Shen, that's taking things too