The next day, Yang Qing and the others heard the rumor.
They understood at once.
The Lin Family intended to make Mo Beixing's identity official.
They meant to keep Mo Beixing at the Lin Residence.
Although Mo Beixing was only a woman, her status was special. In terms of nobility, she sometimes stood even above certain sovereigns.
But was that all?
There was probably more to it.
The invitation was naturally gone, but Yang Qing did not take it to heart.
Even if they arrived empty-handed, the Lin Family would surely have everything ready to bring them inside.
After all, if they did not attend, how could the next act of this play unfold?
Sure enough, before they even reached the gates of the Lin Residence, someone blocked their path.
They were staying nearby, so they had set out on foot.
The person who stopped them had arrived in an exquisitely decorated carriage.
"My mistress invites you all aboard." One glance told them that the man who had come was an expert in internal martial arts.
Yang Qing, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others understood, but there were still things they needed to ask about.
"My mistress will explain everything. Please board the carriage."
Yang Qing said no more. Following the man's directions, he climbed into the carriage with Jiang Zhizhou and the others.
As soon as he stepped inside, a fragrant breeze swept over him.
It was nothing unsavory, merely the scent of a woman's cosmetics.
Yang Qing's nose was particularly sensitive to fragrances, and the scent made him sneeze involuntarily.
"Someone open the windows."
A voice as delicate as an oriole's song sounded beside Yang Qing's ear.
His mind grew hazy for an instant, but a chill soon surged through his body, dispelling that haze.
The woman before him