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Shen Tang did not even look up. "Feeding ants."

Gongxi Chou hitched up his robe and squatted down beside her. Only when he leaned closer did he sense the fine "red dots" moving across the ground, splitting into several groups and hauling something away. They were a few crumbs Shen Tang had spotted in the corner of the dining table after breakfast.

She had taken them to feed the ants.

Gongxi Chou asked, "What's so good about feeding ants?"

Shen Tang tossed another crumb to the ants. "Isn't it because I'm too bored? Wuhui and the others have already become fully matured officials. They can handle government affairs and arrange assignments on their own. Wei Yuanyuan and Qian Shuhe are also seasoned military commanders. They can reclaim wasteland and plant fields, split mountains and open roads, dig canals and divert water... Sigh, doesn't that leave me, their lord, with nothing to do? I'm terribly bored."

Gongxi Chou: "..."

It did sound awfully boring. He could empathize.

Before Gongxi Chou could volunteer to invite the Sacred Object herself to go play marbles, Shen Tang, still watching the ants on the ground, asked, "Have you ever wondered what we look like from the ants' perspective?"

Why would Gongxi Chou ever think about a question like that when he had nothing better to do?

But since Shen Tang had asked, he thought about it.

"Perhaps mountains, perhaps gods. The food Mama feeds them would be blessings bestowed by the gods?" He pondered seriously. "To ants, we are like mountains are to humans? And not just any mountains—ones towering into the clouds, too vast for the naked eye to take in?"

Ants did not have an easy time finding food.

The process of searching for food also forced them to face countless natural enemies.