This had happened far too suddenly.
By the time Qin Li reacted and used his Word Spirit, Shen Tang had already fallen halfway down. But she was, after all, a Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang Zao. She tapped her cane against a gap in the wall, used it to launch herself upward, and hopped back onto the battlements. A bewildered Qin Li saw Shen Youli's face twisted with fury, her teeth clenched.
"Kang Jishou—you're a real blessing in my life!"
That had been so dangerous!
The soldiers responsible for repairing that section of the wall had seen the whole thing. They didn't dare even breathe too loudly. They hurried over to beg forgiveness, trembling all over. If the higher-ups held them responsible, it wouldn't just be one man's head on the line—he and everyone under his command would pay with their lives.
"This subordinate failed in his duty. I beg my lord to punish me!"
Shen Tang stared helplessly at the small gap in the wall and sighed. "Have someone reinforce and repair this section. You can go back to work."
In other words, she didn't intend to pursue the matter.
The soldier was overcome with gratitude.
Qin Li frowned. "You're letting them off just like that?"
Was their new lord being too soft-hearted?
The wall had been built so shoddily that either these men had cut corners or they'd been careless in their work. Chaoli Pass was a major stronghold in Yanzhou's defensive line. If they kept doing a halfhearted job, it would become a hidden danger sooner or later. Qin Li hoped Shen Tang would hold them properly accountable.
Mercy was mercy when shown in the right place.
Shown in the wrong place, it became weakness—and poor judgment of character.
But Shen Tang said, "You can't blame them for