That night, there was no wind and no moon, just sparse stars and heavy dew.
Tang Wan lay in bed. Normally, after bustling about all day, she'd have fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Perhaps it was the unfamiliar surroundings, or perhaps it was knowing that Jiang Jinsang was just a cabinet away from her.
No matter what, she couldn't fall asleep and tossed and turned in bed.
Finally, she gave up, got up, and took Lord Wansui from the turtle tank, placing him on the table. Initially, he retracted into his shell, but then he poked his head out and took a few steps. Just as Tang Wan was about to pick up something to tease him with, he retreated back into his shell and wouldn't come out again.
He sure had a temper. No wonder they called him Lord Wansui.
Lord Wansui, as a turtle, felt quite helpless:
Why force him to come out and entertain in the middle of the night?