The man's silence made Shen Tang somewhat displeased.
Didn't he know she was a busy person, and that even when eating, she had to race against the clock? How much time did he think she had to waste dragging this out with him?
Shen Tang's voice turned low. "Did this happen or not?"
The man finally deigned to answer, though with obvious reluctance. "It did!"
Shen Tang pressed him for further details. "How did you meet that day, and what did you say to each other?"
The man was quite displeased by Shen Tang's relentless questioning.
He sneered, "Why is Lord Shen asking about this?"
Diligent to a fault, Shen Tang rattled off several questions like beans spilling from a sack. "Did she force you? For example, through verbal threats? By overpowering you? Did she force you into bed with her?"
The man's already displeased face now showed embarrassment and anger.
He growled, "No!"
Now it was Shen Tang's turn to be surprised. "She didn't?"
She murmured it softly, but loud enough for the man to hear.
What Shen Tang feared most was that the Female Soldier had used force without realizing it—the Female Soldier might have thought he'd agreed, when in fact he'd only given in because of the weapon and strength she had at her disposal. If that weren't the case, Shen Tang wouldn't have gone out of her way to dig up the victim.
But now that she'd heard the story, could it really have been mutual?
As Shen Tang pondered, the man reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His voice and attitude turned sharply hostile, and he spoke with utter disdain. "She was nothing but a country bumpkin who took a fancy to me and begged me to spend a night with