The Fallen Guest Empire (I)
What a trustworthy landlord!
Picking up the envelope with his name on it, Fu Qian praised her inwardly.
This was, of course, the real reason he'd come back. A new day had arrived, and he still had one task left to complete this week.
As they say, you clock out so you can clock in again.
Just like yesterday, the red sealing wax was still intact, and there wasn't even a crease in the envelope. The letter had been kept very carefully.
Without a doubt, Mrs. Harper had left it there. In fact, he'd waited those few minutes just now to give her time to do it.
After discovering that her tenant was acting suspiciously, and that officials were even investigating in secret, she had ultimately still held fast to her principles.
Not only had she refrained from handing over this personal item, she'd brought it to him as soon as she had a convenient opportunity.
Mrs. Harper had certainly been awake just now. As before, she'd displayed unnaturally steady breathing.
And Amira, who thought she was being careful, had been fooled just like last time.
Still, that woman was quite a talent. The only open window clearly showed no signs of anyone climbing in or out. Who'd have thought that, despite being a promising young disciple of a prestigious sect, she was also well versed in sneaking around and skulduggery?
In any case, Mrs. Harper was clearly aware of the exchange upstairs.
And as soon as she confirmed Amira had left, she'd put the letter outside.
At the same time, though, she clearly didn't want to get too involved or cross the line with her actions, so she hadn't knocked to alert him.
The old lady really knew how to handle herself, with