In the inner city of the Western Capital, at the Chen Mansion.
Chen Shi leapt from his bed and shouted, "Chen Tang, this match doesn't count! Let's go again! Chen Tang?"
Black Pot walked in, barking at him twice.
"He's gone to court and hasn't returned yet?"
Chen Shi then realized he was in his room, the sky already bright; it must have been that he had been knocked unconscious by Chen Tang and carried to bed to rest. However, there was not a trace of injury on him, and the spot where Chen Tang had hit him with a chopstick the day before bore no wound, no bruising.
On the contrary, after a night's sleep, he felt an unprecedented ease. The toil and fatigue of the past few days had been swept away.
At this moment, Chen Tang returned from court, carrying steamed buns as he walked into the courtyard, calling a few maids and servants to have breakfast.
