There were not many candles to be found, so of course they were supplied only to Song Tianyou and the others, as well as Zhang Qingrui.
As for the bodyguards, they did their best to squeeze into a single room for the time being.
Since there was no electricity, Fifth Uncle could only have the bodyguards gather firewood, start a fire, and boil some hot water for everyone to wash and drink... In short, they were simply making do for the night.
Song Haoran loved adventure and was used to sleeping rough, so he had no complaints. As for Master Song, he had endured hardship before, so he remained equally calm.
Song Ying said nothing either. These conditions were actually much more comfortable than the days she had spent in the village during summer camp as a child—of course, she had not been trained to a soldier's standard, but had merely learned some self-defense skills and wilderness survival techniques.
The person who was probably least accustomed to this was Zhang Qingrui. After all, Zhang Li Lanfang had not raised her descendants according to the Song family's methods.
But although Miss Zhang was unaccustomed to it, she did not utter a single complaint. This alone earned Song Tianyou's considerable admiration.
Song Haoran had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower and was wiping his hair with a towel. He had originally planned to invite Luo Qiu to bathe with him, since that could strengthen the feelings and friendship between men, but Luo Qiu had smiled and refused him without a second word.
What a pity... Song Haoran thought.
Because he was walking while drying his hair, and because there was no lighting, Song Haoran accidentally bumped his head. It did not really hurt, but it suddenly made him