The storm finally stopped by noon the next day.
After the rain, the sky cleared, and birds flitted cheerfully through the damp woods, chirping incessantly. A mist lingered over the river, and the sky was as clear as if it had been washed.
But Zuo Zhong and others noticed that the Great General's mood didn't seem too good.
He came out with a cold face at dawn. Although he did not get angry, this was definitely not the relaxed and content look that should have followed satisfaction.
A few guards speculated in private, puzzled and at a loss.
It was the observant Jiu You who noticed several scratch marks on the General's nape, clearly the work of a lady, skin broken, presenting a rather distressing sight.
Could it be that the two of them didn't have a pleasant time last night?
They didn't dare to ask, they could only wait.
It wasn't until noon that they sent food into the room.
