Qin Canglan took the medicine and slept until dawn.
When he woke up, he sat in front of the bed in a daze.
The servant called out twice outside the door, but there was no response.
In the past, at this time, Qin Canglan would have already practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard for a while. The servant was worried. Thinking about how he had slept early last night and how strange it was, one could not help but worry that something had happened to him.
The servant boldly pushed the door open and entered.
"Old Master!"
Qin Canglan came back to his senses. "What is it?"
"Ah, you… you're fine." The servant scratched his head in a daze. "You woke up late. I was worried that you… that… pfft, my jinxed mouth!"
The servant smiled awkwardly. "I'll get the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Are we eating braised noodles or buns this morning?"
Qin Canglan was uninterested. "Anything is fine."
"Aye, I understand."
