The Prime Minister’s Daughter and the Marquis’s Fool – Chapter 169
by Little PandaIron Scale Armored Soldiers
Lin Xizhao was in the residence caring for Lin Xikuan. Before long, Lin Xirui returned as well, and the three siblings gathered in one room. Lin Xirui felt deeply troubled by his brother’s situation and said he wanted to speak to Qu Sheng to have the two of them switch places — letting Lin Xikuan remain in the Capital City while he went to Jiangnan.
But the idea was quickly rejected by Lin Xizhao. Lin Xikuan had a drive that Lin Xirui lacked, while Lin Xirui had an attention to detail that Lin Xikuan did not possess. Besides, the Jiangnan matter had been planned long in advance; a last-minute substitution was impossible.
Lin Xikuan would likely need to return in ten days to half a month, once his injuries had healed somewhat.
The three siblings talked in the room for a while before Lin Xikuan urged Lin Xirui to return to the yamen. He had already entered officialdom and was no longer the young lord who only read the sages’ books and ignored the world outside his window. Lin Xirui, pressed by his brother’s urging, fed Lin Xikuan a few bites of pastries and then reluctantly rose to leave.
Lin Xizhao remained in Lin Xikuan’s room for a long time, personally replacing everything from his thick bedding downward. Afterward, she went to the kitchen to prepare food for him.
Lin Xikuan ate the meal Lin Xizhao made for him, finishing two full bowls and still wanting more. Finally, under Lin Xizhao’s questioning, he said with some embarrassment, “Just another half-bowl would be fine.”
Lin Xizhao smiled and served him another half-bowl. Watching how Lin Xikuan had grown much thinner, she felt uneasy in her heart as his elder sister.
“While you’re recovering, take good care of yourself and build up your strength,” Lin Xizhao said, watching Lin Xikuan drink the last small bowl of soup.
Lin Xikuan nodded. After finishing the soup, his expression grew somewhat constrained.
Lin Xizhao noticed he seemed to have something to say, so she handed the dishes to a servant and stayed in the room.
She poured Lin Xikuan a cup of clear tea and handed it to him, speaking softly, “Jiangnan is dangerous. Just do what you can.”
Lin Xikuan took the water, held it in his hands, and nodded. “Xikuan understands.”
Lin Xizhao looked at him gently, then sat down beside him. The two fell silent for a moment before Lin Xikuan lowered his head to look at the quilt covering him, his eyes seeming to hold unspoken words.
Lin Xizhao did not leave, waiting for what Lin Xikuan would say next.
“Ajie.” Lin Xikuan turned to look at Lin Xizhao.
Lin Xizhao made a soft sound of acknowledgment and asked, “What is it?”
Lin Xikuan gripped the cup in his hand, appearing somewhat ill at ease. Lin Xizhao watched his hand for a moment but did not press him further, simply waiting for him to speak on his own.
After a long while, when the room was so quiet that even the faint wind outside could be heard clearly, Lin Xikuan raised his head.
“Ajie, Father has been gone for over a hundred days now. Have you never suspected the cause of his death?”
A trace of confusion appeared in Lin Xizhao’s eyes. She asked, “Suspected what?”
Lin Jianhai’s death was neither by poison nor by another’s hand. What was there to suspect?
Lin Xizhao looked at the frozen panic in Lin Xikuan’s eyes and lowered her gaze for a moment. “Father’s illness was an old ailment. Even Physician Liu could do nothing.”
Lin Xikuan grew agitated and turned sideways. “Ajie, when Father’s illness struck—”
“Xikuan, Father has already passed. Do not speak of this matter again.” Lin Xizhao cut off Lin Xikuan’s words.
Lin Xikuan froze at her words. He stared at Lin Xizhao’s steady gaze and, after a long while, slowly sat back.
So Lin Xizhao already knew.
“When did Ajie find out?” Lin Xikuan asked, sitting on the bed with his head lowered, his voice extremely soft.
“When is not important. Now only the three of us siblings remain in this family. We must not let our hearts drift apart.” Lin Xizhao spoke gently.
Lin Xikuan slowly raised his head, a thin mist in his eyes. “Ajie, aren’t you afraid?”
“You are my younger brother. Why would I be afraid?” Lin Xizhao’s expression remained unchanged. When Lin Xikuan had treated her that way before, she had not been afraid. Now that he had changed his ways, there was even less reason to fear.
“Ajie…” Tears welled up in Lin Xikuan’s eyes, and he did not know what to say.
Lin Xizhao looked at her younger brother, handed him a handkerchief, and said, “I know how much pain you felt in your heart then… but do not keep dwelling on the past. You must let it go.” When Lin Xizhao lost her mother, had she not also suffered so deeply that she was tormented by nightmares? If Qu Sheng had not stayed by her side day and night then, she did not know how she would have made it through.
She could understand Lin Xikuan’s feelings. Even though Yu-shi was a murderer, she was still his mother. That his mother had died at his father’s hand — how could he not suffer? His targeting of Lin Xirui at the time was likely because he also hated that Lin Xirui had grown close to her and did not take Yu-shi’s death to heart.
And now, Lin Xikuan seemed to have transferred all his hatred onto Lin Jianhai. After all, when considered carefully, Lin Xizhao was also a victim. And after experiencing so much, she was still willing to accept him. How could he continue to hate?
Lin Jianhai’s death, and Lin Xikuan’s sarcastic words, had certainly played a role in triggering the illness. But the fundamental cause involved all three siblings — none could escape blame. Lin Xizhao had only realized what had precipitated Lin Jianhai’s death after discussing it with Liu Wuxiang following his death.
It was time to let go. The Lin family already had few descendants; they should not create further rifts and barriers.
Lin Xizhao stayed the night at the Lin Residence. She was very attentive to Lin Xikuan’s injuries, but the next day, Zhao Jiayu came over holding her daughter.
The little one had grown accustomed to Lin Xizhao and refused to sleep at night. Only when held in Lin Xizhao’s arms would she slowly make up her lost sleep.
When Lin Xikuan sat to the side eating, Lin Xizhao would hold little Zhimu and play with her. Lin Xikuan watched them, his eyes also showing some fondness.
“Is Jiayu-jiejie planning to give Zhimu to Ajie and Sheng-meimei?” Lin Xikuan said with a smile.
Lin Xizhao glanced over and replied, “Zhimu is still young. Whether given or not, she is still our Qu family’s treasure.”
When Lin Xikuan heard Lin Xizhao say “our Qu family,” he thought about how Lin Xizhao had married Qu Sheng but had not announced it to outsiders. With Qu Sheng now holding such military achievements and power, he could not help but worry for his sister.
“Has Sheng-meimei said when she will make your matter public?”
Lin Xizhao picked up Qu Zhimu and glanced over, asking with a smile, “Why do you ask about this suddenly?”
“Nothing, just asking casually.” Lin Xikuan smiled and turned his face away, pretending nothing had happened as he continued eating.
Lin Xizhao raised her eyebrows. How could she not know what Lin Xikuan meant? Between her and Qu Sheng, even if she had been the first to change her heart, Qu Sheng would not. She understood her better than she understood herself.
“When spring comes, I will have Mother arrange a banquet.”
Lin Xikuan, still eating, immediately turned to look at Lin Xizhao upon hearing this. “Ajie.”
The meaning of this banquet did not need to be stated explicitly.
When the topic of marriage came up, Lin Xikuan could not help but recall the disgraceful things he had done in the past. Fortunately, Zhao Jiayu had stopped him back then. Thinking of this, he felt so ashamed he wanted to crawl under the bed and hide.
“I am still in the mourning period. This matter is not urgent,” Lin Xikuan said with some embarrassment, trying to deflect.
Lin Xizhao shifted the little one in her arms to her other arm and smiled. “It does not matter. We can look first. If there is someone suitable, both families can discuss it, and the betrothal can wait until after the mourning period.”
Lin Xikuan lowered his head and continued eating his rice, daring not to respond further.
Half a month later, the Northern Frontier.
The sky was dim, and heavy snow suddenly began to fall. Qu Sheng looked up at the sky, raising her hand to feel the wind speed. When this heavy snow stopped, a thick layer of ice would form on the frozen river — a rare occurrence in a hundred years.
Even in the Chemu Tribe’s territory, conditions were already this severe. Further north, the ice must have already started forming.
“We break camp and head north tonight.”
Qu Sheng summoned the commanders of each division. She needed to reach the banks of the Mushui River in Heyi Kingdom when the ice surface became passable.
The Six Kingdoms had been defeated and no longer had the capacity to resist Bei’an Kingdom. Tiansheng had never fought Bei’an before. Although Qu Jiqin had already received reinforcements, she still felt uneasy.
If Bei’an Kingdom dared to come, they must have been fully prepared. Moreover, after Tiansheng’s fierce battles with various nations, its forces were exhausted. If their troops were further suppressed, they might lose the strategic defensive positions, and the Central Plains would be torn open like a gaping wound, bleeding endlessly.
“General, the Chemu Tribe’s royal family has not yet been found. Are we just going to let it go?” An assistant commander was puzzled by Qu Sheng’s decision to leave.
“The Chemu Tribe is not a threat. We can deal with them later. If Bei’an crosses the river and our army fails to stop them, far greater problems will arise.” Qu Sheng had to prioritize. She hated the Chemu Tribe, but if she let her personal anger jeopardize the safety of her three armies and the people of Tiansheng, she would not deserve her position.
The commanders in the central command tent all rose, bowed, and hurried out of the camp to notify each division.
Through the night, the north wind howled and goose-feather snow swirled down. The soldiers marched with great difficulty, but Qu Sheng had no intention of stopping.
Arriving one day earlier meant her heart would be at ease one day earlier.
After three days of rapid marching, more than half of the snow on the road had melted. Qu Sheng ordered the three armies to set up camp and resupply, resting for three shichen before continuing.
“General, please eat something.” Kou Huan set down the meal she had prepared for Qu Sheng.
Qu Sheng was studying the terrain around the Mushui River in Heyi Kingdom. Hearing this, she looked up at Kou Huan and said, “Set it there.”
After speaking, Qu Sheng lowered her head again.
Kou Huan watched Qu Sheng working and did not dare disturb her further, only saying, “General, please take care of your health.”
Qu Sheng had not paid attention at first, but when she heard the sound of dishes and chopsticks, she looked up at Kou Huan and thought for a moment about what she had just said. Qu Sheng nodded, put away the maps, walked to the dining table, and said, “You should also rest early. I will handle things here myself.”
Kou Huan lowered her head, served Qu Sheng her rice, and left.
Qu Sheng sat down to eat, thinking of Qian Shuangying and the others who had left nearly two months ago without sending a single letter. She could not help but worry.
Qu Sheng hastily finished a bowl of rice, then rose, undressed, and lay down on her campaign bed.
Since arriving at the Northern Frontier, apart from the first time when she had been extremely exhausted, she rarely slept soundly. Qu Sheng lay with her eyes open, unable to sleep, so she got up again and took out the letter Lin Xizhao had written to her.
The letter with the lip print had been rubbed so many times by her that the color had faded, and the scent of the lip rouge was nearly gone. Having received no new letters from Lin Xizhao these past days, Qu Sheng could only open the old letters to comfort herself.
Late at night, Qu Sheng, who had been resting her head on the desk, was awakened by sounds outside. She composed herself and listened.
“General, urgent report from Mushui.”
Qu Sheng immediately stood up. The exhaustion from consecutive days made her stumble for a moment, but she quickly steadied herself and walked outside.
“What is it?”
“The Bei’an army has crossed the river!”
Qu Sheng’s forces broke camp overnight and advanced rapidly. Qu Sheng organized a cavalry unit to ride ahead of the main force toward Mushui.
Heyi Kingdom had already opened its border pass. Qu Sheng’s cavalry entered Heyi territory without any obstruction and reached the Mushui area within two days.
Qu Sheng sat on horseback, gazing into the distance, waiting for the scouts to report.
Qu Jiqin had sent no further word after dispatching the message. Qu Sheng worried that something had happened to him.
“General, Marquis Jin’s forces are thirty li ahead. Should we go to meet them?”
“Where is my Third Uncle?” Qu Sheng asked urgently, lowering her head.
“General Dingyuan has not yet been contacted. Our forward estimate is that he has likely been besieged,” the scout replied with cupped hands.
Qu Sheng frowned. She had anticipated this problem earlier and had ordered Jin Yunyou to station troops at the lower pass precisely because she feared a Bei’an sneak attack that would lead to total defeat.
“Go meet my uncle first.” Qu Sheng gave the order.
Qu Sheng led thirty thousand cavalry. When she arrived, Jin Yunyou was not in the camp. The assistant commander guarding the camp said that Jin Yunyou had led troops to reinforce Qu Jiqin.
Qu Sheng sat in the large camp. Though not panicked, she felt a bad premonition when she thought about how Bei’an had already crossed the thick ice into Heyi Kingdom.
Bei’an and Tiansheng had never had dealings, separated as they were by Heyi Kingdom, and had never been involved in this region. Though Jin Yunyou and Qu Jiqin were experienced commanders, they were facing a formidable enemy. Qu Sheng worried that neither Jin Yunyou nor Qu Jiqin would be a match for the Bei’an forces, and they would suffer heavy casualties and lose significant troops.
Qu Sheng ordered the cavalry to rest, then took the remaining forces from the camp to reinforce Jin Yunyou’s troops.
Qu Sheng had studied the terrain of this region many times in her tent at night. The area was easy to defend but difficult to attack. She did not understand how Bei’an had managed to break through the river defenses so quickly after crossing.
After half a day of marching, Qu Sheng’s scouts hurriedly reported that a large force was rushing toward them from ahead.
Qu Sheng examined the terrain and immediately ordered an ambush.
But after waiting half a shichen, Qu Sheng saw the routed soldiers carrying banners with the characters “Jin” and “Qu.”
Qu Jiqin’s forces and Jin Yunyou’s troops had been defeated and were retreating to this point. When Qu Sheng’s forces appeared, the soldiers were so frightened they tried to flee, but when they saw the banner with the character “Qu,” they all collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
Qu Sheng looked at the defeated soldiers and summoned two commanding generals for questioning.
“We followed Marquis Jin to reinforce them, but were ambushed halfway.”
“We were troops assigned by General Dingyuan to guard the rear pass, scattered by the enemy.”
Qu Sheng stared at the two men, watching their complete lack of a soldier’s spirit, like stray dogs, and frowned.
“Where are my Third Uncle and my uncle now?”
“General Dingyuan is besieged inside a city. Marquis Jin led troops to rescue him and tore open a breach to enter the city, but now they are both trapped inside.”
“How many Bei’an troops have crossed the border?”
“Countless… perhaps three hundred thousand… no, five hundred thousand…”
Qu Sheng looked at this assistant commander, who was speaking incoherently, and had someone take him back to rest. Qu Sheng had originally intended to provide support, but now she learned that Qu Jiqin and Jin Yunyou were trapped inside a city and should be temporarily safe.
Qu Sheng needed to regroup and concentrate the remaining forces, then wait for her own army to arrive.
Qu Sheng led her troops back to camp and summoned several soldiers for questioning.
She learned that the Mushui River had begun freezing half a month earlier. A few days ago, when the ice had thickened enough, Bei’an forces had secretly crossed the river at night. They first killed several sentry posts while disguised as Heyi civilians, and only after the main army crossed was it discovered by Tiansheng forces at the pass.
Qu Jiqin had fallen ill during those days. When he received the news, he hurriedly ordered resistance, but it was too late. The Bei’an forces that had crossed the river surpassed Tiansheng’s forces in both weapons and fighting spirit.
Tiansheng’s army suffered repeated defeats and ultimately lost the pass, retreating to another stronghold. But they were pursued by Bei’an forces and trapped inside the city.
“What kind of weapons do they use?” Qu Sheng asked with a frown.
During the earlier ambush, Qu Sheng had seen the routed soldiers so frightened they had no courage to resist at all. This made her suspicious of the Bei’an forces.
“They have a type of crossbow that does not require great strength to draw. Whatever it hits, it can instantly pierce through, and it fires repeatedly. Though we have heavily armored soldiers, they can barely withstand it. Many brothers — even when they used their bodies to block — the arrows pierced through three people at once.”
Qu Sheng’s eyes showed shock when she heard this.
Not only that, but the Bei’an soldiers also wore a type of armor shaped like fish scales. Tiansheng’s weapons could barely penetrate it. In close combat, the enemy would be completely unharmed while Tiansheng’s soldiers were already cut down by their long blades.
Capital City.
News of Tiansheng’s forces being besieged by Bei’an reached the imperial palace. Qu Jixian received the armor and weapons that Qu Sheng had sent back.
He ordered the Ministry of Works to quickly devise countermeasures and create weapons capable of breaking the enemy.
Qu Sheng, at the Northern Frontier, had only engaged Bei’an forces once before beginning to retreat steadily. The city that Jin Yunyou and Qu Jiqin had been defending was breached half a month later.
After days of desperate defense, the soldiers and civilians inside were already in a state of panic, and morale had plummeted.
Apart from the Qu family army, which fought to the death, all other soldiers were either captured or slaughtered.
Qu Jiqin and Jin Yunyou were taken alive. The Bei’an commander shouted for Qu Sheng to surrender her troops and weapons, promising she could hold a position in Bei’an and never lack wealth and honor.
Qu Sheng firmly refused. She ordered the army to retreat and occupy strategic passes, preparing for an ambush.
In the Capital City, when news arrived of the defeat at the Northern Frontier and the loss of more than half their forces, the blame was immediately directed at Qu Jixian, who had remained in the capital.
Some suggested the Emperor replace the commanding general. Others advocated sending envoys to negotiate peace with Bei’an. Still others submitted proposals for a marriage alliance, offering a Tiansheng princess with a generous dowry to persuade Bei’an to abandon its invasion of Tiansheng.
The Emperor was at his wit’s end. Every time, he had to ask Qu Jixian, who rejected their suggestions. He threw those who tried to jump up and attack him into prison and ordered the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of War to continue devising countermeasures. He first sent troops to reinforce the Northern Frontier.
Qu Jixian had the Emperor issue a decree to draw troops from every prefecture and county, taking one hundred thousand each from the eastern and western suburban camps outside the Capital City to station at Tiansheng’s Northern Frontier.
After one defeat and retreat, Qu Sheng began reconsidering her earlier tactics. At that time, the weapons on both sides had not been so disparate. But now, facing the enemy’s weapons and iron scale armored soldiers, even if Qu Sheng set an ambush, she could hardly defeat them.
Qu Sheng thought repeatedly and decided to use mountain rocks.
The Bei’an soldiers were impervious to blades and spears, and their weapons were many times stronger than Tiansheng’s. Only massive stones falling from above — such force — could not be withstood by anyone. But luring the enemy into a dangerous position would not be easy.
Qu Sheng’s forces had all converged. With Qu Jiqin captured and the Qu family army wiped out, the troops Qu Sheng commanded were already filled with unspeakable rage.
Qu Sheng led a vanguard unit brimming with resentment and prepared to ambush the Bei’an forces downstream of the river in Heyi territory.
Qu Residence in the Capital City.
In early spring, the wind had already turned warm, but the temperature at night remained cold, causing the tender buds on the tree branches to wrap themselves tight, not daring to unfurl their new leaves.
A faint light burned inside the room. The candle flame under its shade — whether from a thin wick or the white wax burning away — gradually lost its glow in the wind blowing from outside, plunging the room into darkness.
On the bed, a large and a small beauty slept deeply. But after a few quarters of an hour, Lin Xizhao, dressed in white sleeping robes, began to sweat on her forehead. The fragrant perspiration quickly gathered into bean-sized droplets that slid down one side of her brow. What followed was a wave of terror that swept over her, causing Lin Xizhao to sit up abruptly.
As Lin Xizhao rose, the sweat on her forehead slid down. She breathed heavily, about to recall the terrible dream she had just experienced, when the little one beside her also began to cry.
Lin Xizhao paid no attention to anything else. She hurriedly picked up little Zhimu and called for a servant to light a lamp.
Lin Xizhao held the unwilling Qu Zhimu, walking back and forth in the room. The servant lit a candle lamp nearby, her heart full of doubt.
Why was the wick in this lamp missing a section? Tomorrow she would ask the storeroom if the purchaser had taken a kickback and bought defective goods.
Qu Zhimu lay on Lin Xizhao’s slender shoulder, her round eyes wide open, no longer crying. After a moment, Lin Xizhao recalled the scene from her dream.
She had dreamed that Qu Sheng died under a chaos of blades, her whole body covered in blood. Her wandering spirit came to find her, pointing to where her corpse lay, telling her to go see her.
“Eldest Miss, would you like some water?” The servant stood to the side, noticing that Lin Xizhao’s lips were somewhat pale.
Lin Xizhao came back to her senses and nodded.
The maid poured water and handed it to Lin Xizhao. After Lin Xizhao drank a few sips, Qu Zhimu turned around, wanting to drink too.
Lin Xizhao was about to ask for more to be poured for her, but Qu Zhimu grabbed the cup and refused to let go. Lin Xizhao had no choice but to feed her directly.
The little one did not drink much — only two or three sips before stopping.
Lin Xizhao had the maid add some more water, and after drinking another cup, she carried her toward the bed.
“You may all go rest now.” Qu Zhimu was easy to care for. If she stopped crying, she would rarely cry again. Lin Xizhao placed her on the bed and played with her.
But this night, Qu Zhimu was not like before, becoming sleepy after playing for a while. It was not until dawn that she finally began to feel drowsy.
Lin Xizhao had struggled to coax Qu Zhimu to sleep. She had barely slept in the latter half of the night, yet she did not feel drowsy. Lin Xikuan had already gone to Jiangnan, and Lin Xirui had been extremely busy at the yamen lately.
Qu Yu’s condition improved day by day, and Zhao Jiayu was no longer as cautious as before, staying with her all day to watch their daughter.
The nightmare from last night was truly terrifying. Lin Xizhao half-reclined on the bed, her heart growing increasingly uneasy. After thinking for a long time, she got out of bed, washed and dressed, and went to find Jin Yunfei.
“You say you want to go to the Northern Frontier?” Jin Yunfei was shocked by what Lin Xizhao proposed. “Even when you are in the Capital City, I worry for you. If you go to the Northern Frontier, I will certainly not be able to eat or sleep in peace.”
Jin Yunfei wanted to use herself to put an end to Lin Xizhao’s idea. Qu Sheng was fighting a war at the Northern Frontier. If Lin Xizhao went, she would inevitably suffer along with her.
Her daughter already had her worried sick. If another one went, would that not be the death of her?
“Mother, I will take care of myself.” Lin Xizhao also knew that her proposal put Jin Yunfei in a difficult position.
Going to the Northern Frontier was not something Jin Yunfei could decide alone, but only if Jin Yunfei agreed would Qu Jixian agree.
“No.” Jin Yunfei feigned anger. “A few days ago, your Second Uncle said the Northern Frontier was extremely dangerous. You are a delicate young lady — how could I let you go to such a dangerous place?”
“Mother—”
Lin Xizhao had just begun to speak when a servant entered the room, saying that Qu Jixian had come and had something to tell her.
Lin Xizhao should have withdrawn, but for some reason, she stood there without moving. Jin Yunfei glanced at her — the family had no secrets between them — and had Qu Jixian come in.
“Eldest Sister-in-law.” Qu Jixian’s expression showed some urgency. He paused when he saw Lin Xizhao was there.
Jin Yunfei saw that Qu Jixian had urgent business, glanced at Lin Xizhao, and asked Qu Jixian, “Second Brother, what is so urgent?”
Qu Jixian looked at Lin Xizhao again and said, “It is about Sheng’er.”
Jin Yunfei’s heart suddenly began to beat rapidly, and she subconsciously looked at Lin Xizhao.
At this moment, Lin Xizhao’s face was more tense than before, her gaze fixed on Qu Jixian.
“What happened to Sheng’er?” Lin Xizhao asked before Jin Yunfei could.
Qu Jixian met her gaze, knowing she would have to learn of it eventually, and told her what had happened.
“Sheng’er led troops to ambush the Bei’an forces and was attacked from the flank. She suffered a knife wound and has now retreated with her forces back into Tiansheng’s Northern Frontier territory.”
Lin Xizhao froze at the news, but after only a moment, she urgently asked, “How is Sheng’er now?”
Qu Jixian lowered his gaze for a moment and said, “She currently has a high fever and is unconscious.” He lowered his head, then looked at Jin Yunfei. “Our army has suffered heavy losses, and morale is low. I want to discuss with you, Eldest Sister-in-law: I will personally lead troops there to replace Sheng’er. Eldest Sister-in-law, please write a letter to Lingyi, asking them to guard Jiangnan well and not cause any trouble.”
The author has something to say:
Qu Sheng: “You scared my wife!”
Author: “So what do you want?”
Qu Sheng: “Change the plot! I want to kiss and hug my wife.”
Author: “I’m sleepy today, let’s talk about it later.”
Qu Sheng: “No sleeping! Don’t sleep! No sleeping!”
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My heart hurts gosh I hope Qu Sheng is okay🤧