Chang Er sneered snobbishly when she heard that. Her eyes looked at them condescendingly. "You're just a mere peasant. What right do you have to talk to me about respect?"
Then, Chang Er spoke with an unquestionably, determined tone. "I'll say it once more. I make the rules here. If I do not allow any of you to rest here, then none of you can rest here."
The next moment, Darryl's expression changed. He was unspeakably livid.
'Yes, you are Chang Er, but so what? You are just like the rest of us; we're all in prison. It's one thing to disrespect us, but you treat us like your servants. Do you really think that you're still in your pretty bed-chamber?'
The more Darryl thought it, the angrier he got. In the end, he laid down.
"My, my, my! Even though it's only made of hay, it's quite comfortable as well!" Darryl sighed and pretended to be comfortable. At the same time, he paid attention to Chang Er's reaction.
Darryl did not want to go against Chang Er, but she had crossed the line.
"Darryl, how bold of you!"
Chang Er was so furious that she could stomp her feet. She reprimanded him. "Get up! Who let you lie down here?"
Darryl was too bold. How dare he defied her orders? She was Lady Chang Er; how could she squeeze in a room with another man?
Woo!
Darryl took a deep breath. He spoke relaxedly as if he were unafraid of anything. "Why should I get up? We are all prisoners now. We have the same treatment. Why should I listen to you?"
Then, Darryl's face turned mischievous. He said, "Lady Chang Er, it's just like I said. If you are tired and want to rest, I'll make some space for you. Don't be shy!"
"You—"
Chang Er's chest heaved heavily, yet she had no words to respond to him.
That was because Darryl was right. They were all prisoners at that moment. It would be unreasonable if she were to force them aside.
However, Darryl had crossed the line as well when he talked back to her.
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