With the city lord's tacit approval, Wei Bian naturally had no more misgivings. He swept his hand out and climbed the steps. "Come on, search it again, and search it thoroughly!"
Even his words seemed to carry a fiery edge.
As the city lord's right-hand man, he had failed time and again. Though she had said nothing to blame him, he could hardly save face.
As soon as his men rushed into the inn, he began directing them personally, pointing left and right and assigning people here and there. Whenever he spotted anything suspicious, he ordered someone to investigate, sometimes even checking it himself.
Hearing the commotion downstairs, Shi Chun remained perfectly calm beneath the gap in the eaves. He stared intently at Bian Weiying below, seemingly forgetting the danger drawing near.
Bian Weiying could clearly have sheltered from the rain, yet she did not. She stood in it with her hair loose and disheveled, a dignified city lord who had turned herself into a drowned rat. Her long hair clung to her cheeks and hung over her shoulders. The purple silk robe, so easily soaked through, stuck to her body whenever she moved, even outlining the two points on her chest. It might accentuate her curves, but could it possibly feel comfortable?
Yet the city lord seemed calmly to enjoy it. Occasionally, she lifted her chin and closed her eyes to welcome the cold threads of rain. He could not tell whether she was indulging herself or yearning to cast off all restraint.
Shi Chun could not put his finger on the air about this woman. He had never encountered a woman who felt like this, and so he studied her, puzzled.
Just then, his gaze flicked aside. Several figures came swooping down from the sky. With the eaves