Pei Shu'er didn't want to share a tent with Tang Zan, so she went to Zhang Feng, asking him to figure out a way to get her a tent. Zhang Feng shook his head.
"I'm afraid that's not possible. Your husband has already given us a heads-up; anyone who gives you a special tent will be going against him."
"You know, when he kills, he goes crazy—who dares to oppose him? You might end up being torn apart by five horses, or even have your head kicked around like a ball."
Pei Shu'er had no doubt that Tang Zan would absolutely do such things.
As for those who had a grudge against Pei Shu'er, it was even less likely they'd grant her a tent.
In the end, Pei Shu'er wandered around the military camp in dismay, just hoping to find a place to set up a tent by herself.
She had just started setting it up when she saw someone standing in front of her.
This person walked towards Pei Shu'er against the light, step by step.
Pei Shu'er felt like a human-shaped refrigerant was approaching.
