Early in the morning, the Shopkeeper of the Post House heard Lu Yuan calling for him and ran out, wringing a towel in his hands.
The Shopkeeper bowed low to Lu Yuan and said, "My lord, rest assured. I'll make sure to get you a new bed today. I guarantee you'll have a comfortable night's sleep."
On the second-floor corridor of the Post House, Su Liyan stood with her head down, pinching the bridge of her nose without saying a word.
'Oh, Lu Yuan, this is so embarrassing,' Su Liyan thought. 'The bed broke, but you don't have to shout it from the rooftops.'
Hearing this, Su Liyan's mother let out a chuckle. She pulled her daughter toward her own room, saying as they walked, "And you said it wasn't anything 'intense'? If it had been any more intense, you might have smashed right through the floorboards, wouldn't you?"
"Mother, what are you talking about? He wouldn't do that," Su Liyan mumbled, pouting.
