Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, one by one.
Wei Chun pretended to be shopping as she passed by the dilapidated residence.
As she passed, carrying her purchases, she peered inside through a crack in the door.
Unfortunately, the place was empty and silent.
There were no voices, no movement—only the mournful whistling of wind blowing through the gaps.
Where was he? Perhaps Master was still asleep? Still resting?
The thought flashed through Wei Chun's mind, but she did not dare draw any closer. She had already buried the Chongxing Cup somewhere safe.
No one would ever find it.
Yet at the same time, she remained worried for her master's safety, so she had disguised herself as a passerby and come by again.
Unfortunately, she did not dare enter, fearing she might draw the attention of watchers lurking in the shadows.
She could only slowly pass in front of the dilapidated residence.
Even though she did not know whether there truly were watchers, she had to be exceedingly careful.
By early morning, sedan chairs and carriages were already passing slowly along the street beside the ruined residence.
The servants of nearby wealthy households had risen early and hurried back and forth through the streets, beginning preparations for a new day.
Some went shopping, some washed horses, some cleaned carriages. Others lined up at dawn to be lectured and shouted at, preparing to leave home or carry goods.
The Feiye City of today had long ceased to be as desolate as it had been in the days of the Seven Families Alliance.
The Inner City still existed, but the Hong family had long since abolished its so-called special status, turning it directly into a relatively prosperous commercial district that anyone could enter freely.
Wei Chun withdrew her gaze and spread out