"My lord, my lord... please, you have to stay calm!"
Kang Shi was regretting it so badly his guts were twisting. He'd already resolved to stay away from his lord for the next few days and return only after the side effects of the Way of the Scholar had faded. But before he'd even finished packing, he'd run straight into his furious lord. He was on the verge of tears, yet didn't dare beg for mercy.
"Wei Heng, please talk some sense into her. If she brings that blade down, I'm really going to die!" In Kang Shi's tent, he lay flat on his back across the table, too afraid to move. His lord's scythe was now barely two fingers' breadth from his cheek, and its icy gleam made his heart race.
Yu Zi poked half her head out from beyond the tent and muttered, "Why are you acting so pitiful? It's not like my lord would actually take your life."
Kang Shi: "..."
Of course he knew his lord wouldn't take his life.
But if Chu Yao and the others found out in broad daylight that his lord had looked ready to execute him on the spot, he really would be done for.
Kang Shi crossed his hands over his chest.
On the verge of tears, he said, "My lord, let's talk this out."
If his lord truly wanted his life, he had nothing to say about it. But at least he wanted to know why he was dying, so he wouldn't be a clueless ghost.
Looking at his shameless expression, Shen Tang grew even angrier. "Kang Jishou, you good-for-nothing Kang Jishou! You've ruined my promising young seedling!"
Kang Shi was bewildered. "Promising young seedling?"
He'd thought his lord had come to settle accounts over the side effects of