"Who?" A faint voice came through, bringing a sense of relief to Gu Chengyu. It's good that he was awake—it saved him the trouble of thinking up a way to wake him up.
Chang Yuan groped under the pillow with difficulty; keeping a dagger there was his habit.
"No need to be alarmed, General Chang. I mean you no harm!" Gu Chengyu raised his hands and slowly approached Chang Yuan's bedside.
"Someone!" Through the faint candlelight in the room, Chang Yuan saw the person dressed in night clothes. He couldn't clearly hear what the other was saying and immediately called for help.
Gu Chengyu sighed helplessly and went forward to cover Chang Yuan's mouth. Didn't I tell you not to shout?
Chang Yuan was startled, and with a flip of his left hand, he swiftly thrust the dagger he held toward Gu Chengyu. This was the moment he had been waiting for—to catch the other off guard when he neared and let down his defenses.
