It was little wonder Yang Qing was distracted. Who else could the woman seated upstairs at the Spring Breeze House be, if not Mo Beixing?
Bu Er and Ouyang Lin called Pei Buji over to look at the woman across the way as well.
The resemblance was uncanny.
Only, Mo Beixing did not carry that reek of money this woman had.
Perhaps because she had been born into great wealth, only to be abducted and suffer hardship, this woman now seemed determined to drape an entire mountain of gold over herself.
Her vulgarity was so extreme that it almost became refreshingly unique.
But now, with Mo Beixing's whereabouts unknown, a Lin Family Daughter had appeared who looked remarkably like her. What that implied...
None of Yang Qing's companions were fools.
After a single glance, they all withdrew their gazes.
"Interesting. Very interesting indeed."
Yang Qing, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others had already left the restaurant and returned to the inn.
The torn silk and throwing dart had vanished from the room.
"It seems we were lured to the Spring Breeze House just so we would see that Lin Family Daughter," Jiang Zhizhou said to Yang Qing.
"But why show us that Lin Family Daughter? Simply because she resembles the Holy Maiden?"
Yang Qing did not think so.
Even twins, however alike they looked, had subtle differences.
All the more so for two people whose lives were poles apart.
A resemblance could be nothing more than coincidence.
But why did it have to happen now?
A thought flashed through Yang Qing's mind. "Could that person be trying to tell us that the Holy Maiden's disappearance has something to do with the Lin Family?"
Yet wealthy as the Lin Family was—the richest family around—it was still no more than an ordinary household