There was no time to lose, so Chen Jing chose the most efficient approach.
That very night, he slipped into the Zhou residence.
Zhou Jiyao came from the Zhou Family in the Capital City. He had settled in Liang Prefecture several years ago, remained unmarried, and lived alone. He never even visited brothels.
Compared with a wine-and-women wastrel like Li Muyuan, Zhou Jiyao was the very model of a refined gentleman.
His colleagues at the Six Gates whispered that Lord Zhou had a beloved confidante back in the Capital City, a woman as precious as moonlight to him. When she married another, his heart had grown old.
That was why he had remained unmarried for so many years-a truly devoted man.
Of course, some of his colleagues suspected that Zhou Jiyao preferred men.
But naturally, none of them dared let that rumor reach his ears.
Now, however, Chen Jing knew the truth. What beloved moonlight in the Capital City? It was all nonsense.
He did have a lover, though. She was in Western Rong.
Sometimes, Chen Jing truly admired Jiang Wanrou.
Cui Xingkong, Xu Jie, Zhuo Chengyin, and the Western Rong King were one thing, however different their looks and temperaments might be.
At least they all qualified as outstanding young men.
But Zhou Jiyao was already forty, old enough to be Jiang Wanrou's uncle, and she could still bring herself to kiss him.
Such professional dedication from Paradise Palace was truly admirable.
Zhou Jiyao lived alone.
His residence was not particularly large.
It had only three successive courtyards.
Aside from him, there were just a few maids and servants.
Chen Jing vaulted over the wall and slipped inside. Following the residence's central axis, he listened at each room in turn until he found Lord Zhou.
A bitter wind blew