That night, Ming Xizhi slept very peacefully; he slept until dawn. Perhaps he was too exhausted from being harassed by those people during this time, and he was indeed tired.
Or maybe he felt a sense of security with Dugu Wushang around, and his nerves weren't so tightly wound anymore.
In any case, Ming Xizhi slept soundly.
The next day, when Ming Xizhi woke up, he looked at the two people from the Zhong family standing by the window and door, nodded at them, and said, "Thank you both for your hard work!"
"It's no trouble at all, Lord Ming. Did you sleep well last night?" the young man at the door said with a smile.
Ming Xizhi nodded and said, "This was the most restful night I've had in a while. Those bastards don't know what they're thinking! Every time, they bother me at two in the morning. Although I wasn't hurt, it was extremely annoying."
The two from the Zhong family found Ming Xizhi's words very amusing, and he didn't seem as serious as he did on television.
