That night, a cold wind swept through Taoyuan Prefecture. Zhao Yan, tucked away in his warm bedding, felt not a hint of the chill; he slept soundly, unaware that his words had kept someone awake all night long.
"My dear, you’re still awake? It’s already the third watch."
Madam Lin, having drunk too much soup earlier in the evening, had intended to relieve herself when she noticed Lin Shizhong sitting by the edge of the bed, draped in a robe. She found it strange; Lin Shizhong usually had an excellent quality of sleep—the type who would fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. In their more than twenty years of marriage, this was the first time she had seen him unable to sleep in the middle of the night.
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