Only the two of them remained in the main room.
Lu Qing had been contemplating how to spend the night.
Over the years, whether at Shanqing Temple or as Emperor Jin's Golden-faced Imperial Censor, he had encountered situations of inconvenience while traveling and overcame them without difficulty.
But Zhu Yu was different.
No matter how courageous she was, even dressed as a man, she was undoubtedly a woman.
She had been wearing rain-soaked clothes for the past few days, always damp all over, needing dry clothes at night to prevent illness, regardless of injuries.
Previously, staying at post stations or inns didn't pose such worries, yet today Bai Qihong had already done his best to provide a main room for five people, and they couldn't demand more.
Unexpectedly, Yan Daoxin, normally so careless in his duties, was thorough this time and immediately went to the side room to find a place to rest without saying a word.
