After expressing concern for his brothers, Chu Shun waved his sleeves and left.
If he didn't leave now, he feared Xie Jingchen might raise his hand to punch him.
The sparks in Brother Jingchen's eyes were almost overflowing.
He felt that Chu Shun was being a downer now, but tomorrow he would understand how warm his brother's concern really was.
The soldiers carried the plank into the tent, and Xingxing asked in confusion, "Why bring in a door plank?"
The soldier shook his head, "We don't know either; the Heir of Marquis Jingguo asked us to bring it."
"He specifically instructed us to choose a fast, thick, and wide one."
Xingxing tilted her head, looking at the door plank, unable to comprehend Chu Shun's intentions.
She knew that Chu Shun and Qin Hanhan's tent had a door plank, Xueling said the door plank was for her to sleep on.
Now that the master is back, does she have to sleep on the door plank?
Xie Jingchen came over and said, "Take the door plank away."
