My lord, spare his life!

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel it's not a good thing that Your Highness has lost so much of your memory, forgetting even such basic common sense..."

He, who was seen as a spoiled brat by outsiders, became an instructor.

Although he was a thousand times unwilling, he didn't hide it and instead told the story in detail: "Ancient legend has it that not long after the creation of the world, the stars hung high above all living beings. One day, a strange change occurred, and the stars fell to earth, causing a natural disaster that wiped out all living beings. At that time, the six realms were incomplete, and countless souls could not be reincarnated, howling and wailing every day, accumulating countless resentments. The stars then used starlight as their energy and star soil as their bodies to reshape all things. Because all new things share the same origin as the stars, since then, every person born has their own 'star,' and a few people can obtain a certain 'talent.'"

Zhang Yang said confidently, "The legend is definitely false."

Shen Zhi's next words were thus interrupted.

Why?

"My observations of human beings tell me that the things that shine in the night sky are stars, and which one of them isn't bigger than the ground beneath our feet? As for falling stars, they could just graz the edge of this muddy ground and burst it, so it's fake."

Shen Zhi was completely confused.

I also experienced firsthand the feeling of words flowing through my brain.

"The so-called samples you're talking about are misleading and harmful."

Shen Zhi dismissed Zhang Yang's nonsense. Unless she had no amnesia at all, this important person could only have two days' worth of memories. Where did she get the "human observation sample" to tell her about this erroneous common sense?

"You're saying everyone has one, and I have one too?"

"It is said to be the female bed of the Purple Palace Enclosure."

"What about talent?"

"No one in the general female bed has any talent, unless—" Before Zhang Yang could finish speaking, Shen Zhi interrupted her, "Many years ago, the star goddess female bed was defeated in the struggle. Since then, anyone who obtains the female bed star is born with a deficiency. It's not impossible to defy fate, but the price is extremely high. Your Highness, with your noble body, naturally doesn't need to suffer that hardship."

This content was too complicated for Zhang Yang.

How do you determine what your own stars represent?

The game panel only says "Not available," but doesn't actually say "none."

For some reason, Shen Zhi suddenly looked away, his tone becoming somewhat embarrassed: "Your Highness, this is truly rude!"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Shen Zhi had no choice but to untie his armbands.

Tear off the neatly bound strips of cloth from the wrists.

Below the skin of his wrist was a small, tattoo-like object, shimmering with iridescent light, depicting a bird with outstretched wings. Shen Zhi let Zhang Yang glance at it before binding it back: "Everyone's astrological totem is in a different position. Mine is relatively good, but some people's positions are more hidden. Your Highness's abrupt inquiry could easily be seen as lewd."

Zhang Yang nodded: "Oh, I understand."

When you take a shower, pay attention to whether there is an extra tattoo.

Speaking of tattoos—

"Isn't it said that tattoos can affect your civil service exam results?" This concept was something she learned from an observational sample. The game designers, with a twisted sense of humor, implemented this rule by banning tattoos, which directly forced in-game tattoo shops to switch to selling temporary tattoos. "If the star totem positions are randomized, what if someone gets a totem on their anus? What if they get hemorrhoids?"

Shen Zhi: "..."

He suspected that Zhang Yang was deliberately messing with him.

However, when she met his captivating eyes, she realized he was genuinely serious; she was truly curious about what would happen if the star totem grew on the flesh of her hemorrhoids. The answer was, Shen Zhi didn't know either. He was a playboy, but a playboy from a respectable family; why would he be as curious as she was about the relationship between hemorrhoids and the star totem? Vulgar, tasteless, utterly vulgar!

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words and actions!"

"I spoke very politely."

See, even the game system's blocking wasn't triggered.

Zhang Yang, while observing the army below and calculating his next move, didn't forget to divert some attention to ask Shen Zhi, "What is your talent?"

For some reason, Shen Zhi seemed even angrier.

His face practically screamed, "Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about?"

Zhang Yang pulled a knife from his game inventory and said calmly, "Forget it, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it. They outnumber us, and if I charge into their ranks alone, I won't be able to protect the prisoners. If we can occupy high ground and have a wider field of vision, things might be much better. You stay here with my head, and we'll split up. I'll make a big commotion to draw their fire."

Shen Zhi was stunned for a moment.

He understood the first few sentences.

Why did it suddenly become so outrageous?

"With...your head? You—"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhi was sprayed with blood all over his face.

Zhang Yang decisively caught the flying head and tossed it into Shen Zhi's arms, which Shen Zhi instinctively caught. He could clearly feel the muscles in Zhang Yang's head twitching as he spoke: "Oops, that hurt a little. Be more careful next time."

Shen Zhi: "A benefactor!"

Zhang Yang said, "What are you standing there for? Climb up."

The smaller the blind spot, the better.

Of course, if blind spots are unavoidable, Zhang Yang can rely on his perception of the surrounding airflow to strike blindly, but this could lead to accidental injury. Shen Zhi immediately snapped back to reality, looked down at Zhang Yang's expressionless head, and bit down hard with his back teeth.

"Can you please stop this habit of beheading people!"

Just because someone chopped off his neck with an axe before doesn't mean he can get used to being decapitated. Shen Zhi didn't like this important person, but he never intended to have the other person's head repeatedly separated.

Zhang Yang gave a vague reply: "Okay, okay, I'll definitely do it next time."

Shen Zhi led Zhang Yang's head to a secluded spot with a relatively open view. Zhang Yang's head reminded him, "I see a pine tree sticking out from the cliff. Do you want to climb up and try?"

"Try what?"

"Hang my head up there, the view is amazing!"

This allows her to take in the entire battlefield below.

Shen Zhi: "..."

His face turned pale.

So much so that he forgot one thing.

This noblewoman is physically lazy and ignorant of the five grains. Her brother says she dislikes the martial arts instructors in the household the most, and she avoids riding and archery whenever possible. While her peers in the imperial family have already made a name for themselves, she still only knows how to bully others by relying on her master's power. Clearly, her arms and legs show no signs of any rigorous training or hard work.

Even if one were to unexpectedly acquire a "talent," it would be impossible to turn something rotten into something miraculous in a short time. Rushing in so recklessly would be courting death!

"Oh no!"

Shen Zhi worriedly stuck his head out of the cliff face.

They seemed to want to see where the headless nobleman had fallen to his death.

The four camps at the foot of the mountain were in good order.

"Your Highness, where are you? No, where are you?"

At Zhang Yang's insistence, Zhang Yang, who had finally hung her head on the tree branch, leaned closer to him: "Three, two, one!"

A beam of golden light, ten feet thick, carrying a giant wave, rushed straight towards the four camps.

With a deafening roar, golden light fell to the ground, and yellow sand filled the sky.

Although the nearby warhorses were startled, as well-trained horses, they did not panic and lost their composure in a breath or two: "What's that? Enemy attack!"

As the thick fog dissipated, a small pit, about a foot in size, was revealed.

There was only one gold brick, about the size of two palms, inside the pit.

"Hey, grandson, where are you looking?"