They slept on a makeshift, large communal bed that night. The artisans and minor officials slept deeper than one another, a chorus of heavy snoring rising right beside his ears. Zhao Yan lay on the wooden cot with mixed feelings.
"My lord, you should get some sleep. We've been traveling and working all day; we need to rest up so we'll have the strength for tomorrow." Chén Dōngpíng was lying right beside Zhao Yan. He had just been woken by an artisan on the other side delivering a heavy slap to his chest. The artisan had been dead to the world, and that blow left Chén Dōngpíng's chest aching. He was furious and wanted to curse, but he had to hold it in—the artisans had grueling work ahead of them tomorrow, so he would let it slide.
Fearing the artisan might pull that stunt again, he inched as far away as possible, only to roll over and find Zhao Yan still wide awake.
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