The people in the room were whispering among themselves, sighing mournfully over Meng Mingshu's death.
The last patriarch of the Meng Family had drunk poisoned wine and killed himself after going on a killing spree in the brothels of Liuren Lane. Even Jade City, long accustomed to bloodshed, had trembled at the sight.
"Upstairs and downstairs, seven or eight corpses. He stabbed every one of them several times, yet he was the only one without a wound."
"Was Meng the Second really that formidable? He killed seven or eight people all by himself?"
"Most of them had already died from the poison. He just wanted to make sure no one survived."
"Tsk, tsk. Who would've thought? Meng the Second... With all that wealth, he really just let it go? He didn't even name an heir?"
"Heh, enough about that fortune. Anyway, Meng the Second must either have been driven into a corner or hated Xiao Fengchai to the bone. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done something like this."
"Xiao Fengchai. What a pity, what a pity. I visited her three years ago. She really was a fine woman—just too greedy. She treated silver like food, but no matter how much she ate, she was never full. Good thing I stopped in time, or else..."
The conversation began to split. Some continued mourning in sympathy for the dead, while others earnestly commemorated the number-one courtesan of Liuren Lane. In the end, they discovered that they had all scattered heaps of silver on her, and a closeness akin to that between former classmates or fellow townsmen immediately sprang up among them.
The welcoming monk standing at the door kept his eyes lowered and his manner meek, silently reciting scriptures. Yet one or two sentences always drifted into his ears. "Her skin was even