Tang Wen needed to sleep, and the two women understood why.
Zhou Bing casually explained the situation to the Queen, then got up and went into the inner room. She climbed onto the large, date-red solid wood bed and bent over to make it.
Just as she was about to get off the bed, she felt a weight behind her and an arm wrapped around her waist.
"There are people outside," she said, her voice soft.
But as she held Tang Wen's hand, it was unclear whether she was trying to pull it away or press it down.
After a moment of intimacy, Zhou Bing straightened her clothes and walked out of the room.
Tang Wen lay on the bed, and after a brief Meditation, he naturally drifted off to sleep.
In a daze, his vision brightened, and a vast grassland appeared before him.
It was the dead of winter, and the grass was withered and yellow.
He walked forward until he reached the foot of a mountain peak.
Looking up, he saw the mountain was majestic and steep, soaring into the clouds.
