For three days straight, the Second Young Miss made no move.
Chen Lin grew restless and left his room to find her.
"When are we making our move?"
"Don't be impatient. Aren't assassins supposed to be still as a maiden, then swift as a fleeing hare? Why are you so restless?"
The Second Young Miss gave Chen Lin a suspicious look.
"I told you, I have other important business to attend to. I can't stay here forever."
"That still won't do."
The Second Young Miss shook her head.
"Sun Xinglun has been staying over at the Purple Bamboo Forest. What can I do? Surely we can't go looking for him there?"
"That's not out of the question."
Those were precisely the words Chen Lin had been waiting for.
He immediately added, "Tell me about the situation at the Purple Bamboo Forest. I'll go find him myself."
"Are you confident you can do it?"
The Second Young Miss hesitated.
Li Changqing knew of Chen Lin's existence. If the assassination failed, or someone saw him during the attempt, she would be left with more trouble than she could handle too.
But she was also growing impatient.
Yesterday, the First Madam had sent word that preparations were to begin for her marriage to Sun Xinglun. The Third Madam had even come to visit her personally, fussing over her well-being and acting affectionate.
She knew perfectly well.
The Third Madam was a drinker whose sights were not on the wine. She did not truly want Sun Xinglun to marry her; she merely coveted the treasure her mother had left her.
Once the treasure was in their hands, her death would follow.
"Of course I'm confident!"
Chen Lin put on a show of complete confidence.
He would get the information about the Purple Bamboo Forest