But I Only Know How to Feel Sorry for Giegie [Monthly Tickets, Please]

"Lord Shen, please speak freely."

Old Cui looked ready to listen with rapt attention.

Shen Tang took a deep breath and frantically drafted her speech in her head. Yet in the briefest flash, she already had a rough plan.

They were both in the writing business. Praising herself while trashing her opponent was far more efficient than handling official documents—that was what it meant to have thoughts pouring forth like a spring! As she brewed her words, she also worked her emotions into place.

"Ah—"

Shen Tang began with a sigh laden with complicated feelings.

"Brother Zhaode's ancestors were illustrious for generations. He was born into privilege, his wealth and honor making others envious. In his youth, he was shrewd and vigilant, with a chivalrous heart. He befriended heroes who shared his ideals, whether pampered sons of wealthy families or scions of impoverished households. He led his family retainers in suppressing bandits and eliminating evil, protecting the people of an entire region. Truly benevolent!"

"In theory, a man like that should be beyond reproach, but he has one flaw: he is too soft-hearted and places too much weight on sentiment. When those old followers who had stood by his side and supported him in his youth occasionally acted foolishly, he could not bear to rebuke them harshly, always thinking of preserving everyone's dignity. Once or twice, those old followers might feel profoundly grateful, but after enough times, even the most cautious person would be spoiled into arrogance and conceit. In the long run, when Brother Zhaode wants to employ newcomers, he will inevitably provoke the old followers' jealousy."

Shen Tang said hesitantly, "I would like to remind Brother Zhaode, but my experience and knowledge are far inferior to his. Perhaps he has other considerations? Besides, rashly interfering would do nothing