By the time Jiang Qiao returned to the inn, dawn was already breaking.
The streets were still empty. Tiger Lian Mountain's guards had changed shifts, and the newcomers stood at the street corner with drooping eyelids, looking as though they had not woken up yet.
The lockdown was still in effect.
But perhaps because nothing had happened all night, the atmosphere was clearly more relaxed than yesterday.
On the second floor of the inn.
Shen Boxia sat in his room, quietly watching the street outside the window.
The oil lamp on the table had already gone out.
"How was it?"
"Nothing happened last night, right?"
Jiang Qiao walked in.
"Everything was normal. Nothing happened," Shen Boxia said. "You went out yesterday and only returned now. I assume you ran into something?"
"That's right."
Jiang Qiao nodded and pulled the yellowed note from his clothes.
He placed it on the table.
"This is..."
Shen Boxia glanced at it and picked it up in confusion.
"My haul from last night."
Jiang Qiao looked at the sky outside as it gradually brightened. "Those uncle and nephew, Liao Tieshan and his nephew, went outside the city last night to rob Dead Man's Wealth. I only went over to watch the show."
"But I never expected there to be a sedan chair in that Dead Man's Wealth procession."
"It looked like a wedding procession, but there was no bride in the sedan chair. There was only a wedding dress and this note."
"Dead Man's Wealth?"
Shen Boxia frowned slightly.
He carefully examined the writing on the note. "The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Year of Gengchen. A wedding procession. Locust Tree Alley in the Eastern Suburbs of Spring City."
"Have you heard of this place?"
"Wouldn't that count as Dragon Tiger