Chu Xuanzhen said, "Mm."
For some people, answering was one thing; actually doing it was another.
Shen Yangge did not expect him to truly agree anyway. He had only said it to give himself some peace of mind.
Night fell, plunging the entire city into darkness so thick that no one could see their own hand in front of their face. Occasionally, strange cries drifted through the night.
Since the courtyard was some distance from the street, the sounds were indistinct, but they still frightened the two children, He Yimo and He Nuan.
When he went to bed, Shen Yangge pressed close to the wall and tried to keep his eyes shut. His eyes were red at night, and for some reason, he simply did not want Chu Xuanzhen to see them.
Fortunately, right up until he drifted off to sleep, Chu Xuanzhen did nothing perverted or excessive.
Bang, bang, crash, crash...
What was that noise?
Shen Yangge opened his eyes groggily. The candle in the room had been lit at some point, and the man who usually slept beside him was actually gone. Surprised, he searched the room for that familiar figure.
No one.
Where had Chu Xuanzhen gone?
Sounds like fighting came from outside the door. He hurriedly threw on his outer robe, got out of bed, pulled on his boots, and went to the door to peek through the crack.
Outside, flames lit up the sky. Many people held torches, clutching dry grass and flammable hemp cloth, which they recklessly flung around the courtyard.
Shen Yangge straightened up, utterly dumbfounded.
Seeing the flames grow fiercer and threaten to reach him, he quickly opened the door and slipped outside.
With no idea what had happened, Shen Yangge darted from hiding place to hiding place like a quail, cautiously