The cries of battle in the valley gradually fell from a fever pitch to a low murmur.
Blood gathered into puddles, reflecting the leisurely clouds overhead.
Smack—
A foot shattered the puddle's stillness.
Only after the leg lifted did the ripples settle, swaying as they returned to calm. Jiang Sheng stroked his beard, a rare, relaxed smile on his face as he chatted with his colleagues. "A scheme within a scheme, a trap within a trap. I never expected things to go this smoothly."
Ning Yan's features relaxed as well. She smiled and said, "Before the lord set out, didn't Xun Ding scout ahead for her?"
Light streamed through the windows, and flowers bloomed in the deep valley.
Everything pointed to a most auspicious journey.
Ning Yan might as well not have said anything. The moment she did, Jiang Sheng couldn't help sighing and muttering, "Usually, yes, but we had Kang Jishou as a wild card, didn't we? My Way of the Scholar went to waste for nothing. Sigh, no wonder he's Qi Yuanliang's cousin."
Those two cousins were born to counter him.
He wondered how much debt he'd owed them in his previous life.
Jiang Sheng's Way of the Scholar was understated and didn't draw much attention, but used well, it could be immensely useful on the battlefield. By reading the recent fortunes of those carrying out a scheme, he could judge its general likelihood of success, and it had served him well time and again. But Kang Shi was a variable that greatly reduced its accuracy. Whenever Jiang Sheng thought about it, he felt like vomiting blood, his heart full of frustration.
Ning Yan knew the real Qi Shan.
She naturally knew that the "Qi Yuanliang" Jiang Sheng spoke of was not the same person as the "Qi