Zhao Rucheng didn't wake up until the afternoon, and he twisted uncomfortably, planning to continue sleeping. However, he felt as if he had neglected something.
Did he smell a faint sweet, fishy scent last night?
He leapt up, casually threw on his clothes, and rushed outside in haste.
Passing through the courtyard, he saw Jiang Wang practicing with his sword. Despite being very busy, he still threw out a remark, "Third brother, you should change your bedding; it's quite uncomfortable."
Without waiting for Jiang Wang's response, he had already disappeared.
"Hey!"
Jiang Wang called out but failed to stop him, feeling a bit puzzled, "I just changed to new bedding at the beginning of this month."
He put away his sword and went to his bedroom. After rummaging around on the bed for a while, he found nothing. It was only after he lifted the entire bedding that he saw a small wooden splinter on the bed board.
"..."
"He was bothered by this splinter through two layers of bedding?"
