Du Yulin still lay there with her eyes closed, a full cup of wine sitting on the table before her.
Bao Xiaoqin had filled it for her before leaving.
With Wang Xian absent, Du Yulin naturally would not make herself get up just to drink a cup of wine.
Wang Xian had already set up a formation around this small courtyard; she only needed to wave a hand to activate it. That was also why she had not feared the purple-faced man barging in.
She had placed a silk cushion on this rattan recliner. It was soft and comfortable, and at this moment, there were probably not many people in all of Sunset City who could make her get up and leave it.
For some reason, she suddenly wondered whether that purple-faced man who had spent five hundred spirit stones would spend fifty thousand spirit stones to buy the Du Residence estate.
Or had Wang Xian deliberately let Bao Xiaoqin learn of this, waiting for that woman to stir up trouble?
So that he could take advantage of the chaos and sell it for a good price?
Could it be that fellow had not had enough fun in Azure Dragon Town and wanted to cause another huge uproar in Sunset City?
Just then, the courtyard gate creaked open, as though a gust of wind had blown it wide.
Du Yulin lay there like a dead person, showing no reaction at all. Even her breathing seemed to have stopped at that instant.
A black shadow, even more ghostly than the purple-faced man from before, suddenly appeared before her.
A blade pressed against her neck as he shouted harshly, "You're one of the Du Family remnants?"
Du Yulin did not respond.
The shadow frowned, then gave a cold laugh. "Trying to play