The candlelight flickered.
Lying shirtless on the bed, Yang Zaixian from Guizhou, with one arm embracing a beauty sound asleep, hazily turned over and muttered with eyes closed, "Someone, bring tea!"
"General Yang is in good spirits..."
Suddenly, a lukewarm laugh echoed in the room.
Upon hearing this laugh, Yang Zaixian's slow thoughts took several moments to process it, then he suddenly jerked up and instinctively reached for the saber by his bed, but grabbed nothing but air.
His face drastically changed as he grabbed the brocade quilt in front of him, spread his arms to protect the two beauties behind him, and shouted in alarm and anger, "Someone, come!"
The moment he called out, several sounds of heavy objects hitting the floor came from outside the room, and several figures in tight clothes barged into the room, blades in hand.
"Clang..."