The quiet night was silent.
Chen Ye hid in the corner of the wall, lost in thought.
He glanced into the room, a sudden thought flashing through his mind, and then his figure turned slightly as he walked off in another direction.
On the other side, Feng Zhao walked unsteadily across the courtyard carrying a reek of alcohol.
Buoyed by the alcohol and having settled a major matter, he felt immensely gratified at the moment, staggering all the way back to his doorway.
Feng Zhao stood at the door, pushed it open, and prepared to rest.
However, upon pushing the door open, he saw an extra dark shadow inside the room.
The lower half of the figure stood in the moonlight shining through the door, while the upper half remained hidden in the darkness, obscuring the face.
Feng Zhao instantly gave a start, his alcohol buzz waking up by more than half, and he sternly demanded in a shout, "Who???"
Chen Ye stood inside the room with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm.
He did not announce his name, merely wearing a faint, elusive smile at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, "Young Master Feng, where... were you just now?"
Feng Zhao's expression shifted, sensing that the visitor meant no good.
Coupled with the unspeakable deed he had just committed, he could not help feeling somewhat guilty, stammering, "I... I had a bad stomach and went to the outhouse."
"Isn't the outhouse on the other side? How is it that Young Master Feng came back from this direction?"
Feng Zhao's heart tightened, and a layer of cold sweat even seeped across his forehead.
Yet the next moment, he suddenly reacted.
No, this was his room.
The intruder was the other party, so what was