"King Wuguan, King Dushi, King Qinguang, Chen Kaixu, Jiang Nanpeng, Xu San, Miao Rutai, Qu Shoufu, Tian Anping."
Linzi, Marquis of Bowang's Mansion.
The notoriously fearsome Marquis of Dingyuan sat there with a kindly expression, slowly skimming the froth from his tea.
The current Marquis of Bowang, who had inherited his uncle's manner but carried himself with even greater gravity, sat smiling on a jade bamboo mat. He held several little wooden figures, placing them one by one into a small wooden house, calling out their names as he did so.
It looked like a game of house, and the smile on his face even carried a trace of childlike innocence.
Whoever saw such a harmonious scene would not praise them as "a family that accumulated virtue"?
Yi Shi Si, who had played this sort of game with him since childhood, was already showing. She reclined in the lounge chair Chongxuan Sheng usually used, yet could not sit still, propping up her cheek with one hand as she stared unblinkingly at the little wooden house—
The small wooden house piled together on the mat had no roof, but its interior layout was quite clear.
An altar, a coffin, two doors, and one window that could look out at the sea.
Of course, there was no way to tell that it "could look out at the sea" from the little wooden house itself. Her husband had said so while building it.
"Are you making little dolls to curse them?" Yi Shi Si asked curiously. "Do you not need to make one for King Qinguang?"
"Why would King Qinguang not need one?" Chongxuan Sheng smiled mildly. "This Marquis is an official of the imperial court, irreconcilably opposed to the head of such an assassin organization."
"There are two reasons, for Your Marquis's