Pei Jue was drenched in sweat as he returned to the main camp, only to discover that Feng Yun had been looking for him.
Zuo Zhong said, "General, do you want to go see her?"
Qian Sanniu, who now followed Pei Jue closely all day, heard this and said, "It's getting late, and the General is tired. Why not rest first? I can go and ask the lady what it is she wants."
Pei Jue said, "No need."
Feng Yun never visited without good reason.
Since she had come, it must have been for something important.
He rode quickly to Chunmeng Hall, and saw that everyone in Feng Yun's courtyard was asleep, except for the night watchman Ye Chuang, who, startled by Pei Jue's shadow-like figure vaulting over the wall, drew his sword.
"General?" Ye Chuang relaxed his grip on his sword and let out a breath.
"How did you..."
He pointed first at the door, then at the wall.
Having a door and not using it, making an entrance like a sneaking lover. Was that appropriate?
