The next morning, Zhulan slept quite well, but Zhou Shuren did not rest easy. Zhulan said, "Let's change rooms tonight."
Zhou Shuren waved his hand, "The inn rooms all face the street. The sound of horse hooves, even if we change rooms, I can still hear them. I couldn't sleep last night, and I counted that the patrols never stopped throughout the night. It seems the imperial court has deployed troops earlier than I had estimated."
Zhulan handed a handkerchief to Zhou Shuren, "It's just that we don't know why they would deploy troops earlier. It seems the imperial court is not short of silver."
Zhou Shuren wiped his face, "It must be related to Shi Qing, but war causes the suffering of the people and drains resources, yet it cannot be avoided. The life of the farmers will not be easy again."
Zhulan, with her nephews on her mind, said, "I don't even know how Wu Chun and the others are doing; they haven't sent a letter home either."
