Qu Yuanxian braced himself and approached Cui Shize. No matter what, he would be able to explain to his wife if he had tried to ask.
Cui Shize also wanted to arrange a room for his good friend, but he did not own the inn. He thought for a moment and said, "Muzhi and Jingbai share a room, and there's a soft couch in the room. I'll sleep in their room. Tell Sister-in-law to enter the inn quickly."
Back then, when they first arrived at Youjia Village, they were short of food and supplies. Qu Yuanxian had even sent supplies from thousands of miles away. They had to make room for Qu Yuanxian even if he had to squeeze.
Qu Yuanxian said guiltily, "Sorry to trouble you, Shize."
Cui Shize patted his shoulder. "Don't be so polite."
Qu Yuanxian returned to the carriage with a happy expression. "Yuling, Shize has vacated a room for us."
Madam Qu was pleasantly surprised and muttered to herself that they still had some conscience.
