Was In Fact The General's Chest
*Wang Residence*
"Bàba, I want to sleep some more." Da-Xia mumbled, as Mei Deng led her outside, dressed in a blue and pink dress, with her hair styled in pigtails.
"No, we have a long trip ahead, your brother probably misses us a lot and is giving Huahua a lot of problems." He said, holding her by the wrist, to the carriage waiting patiently by the gate, next to the General's procession.
Directly next to his carriage was Tingting's carriage, which was far grander and was pulled by mighter looking horses. Standing by the window, was an older looking man with a bald head and round stomach, wearing a worrisome look on his face.
"When you get to the barracks, it'll be harder to contact you. Please hand in the drafts, our publishing house is depending on your latest release." He said, but Tingting continued sipping from her tea, ignoring him.