Inside the steward's room.
Zhang Meixuan hid in the wardrobe, keeping her Mystical Ability contained and using only her ears to listen to her surroundings.
Outside the courtyard, two files of soldiers quietly approached the wall, raised their steel sabers, and readied themselves.
Tap, tap...!
Hurried footsteps sounded as a Hundred-Household Commander of the Qingzhou Left Guard arrived. Standing in front of the soldiers, he asked quietly, "Is someone the Thousand-Household Commander wants in here?"
"Yes, a woman. She killed more than a dozen of our brothers." The squad leader, Xiaoqi, nodded. "I'm good at tracking. I guarantee she hasn't left since sneaking into this courtyard."
The Hundred-Household Commander licked his lips, excitement in his eyes. "Gather five Xiaoqi's worth of men. I'll lead the charge myself. How dare she kill my men? Capture that woman, and the whole battalion can take turns with her."
"Yes, sir!"
Several soldiers dispersed to summon more men.
A short while later, another three files of soldiers rushed over, bringing plenty of bows, crossbows, and concealed weapons to strengthen their ranged firepower.
"Brothers, surround the front and back courtyards, then charge in with me." Eyes bright, the Hundred-Household Commander gripped his steel saber and entered first.
Inside the steward's room, Zhang Meixuan's ears twitched, and a grave look came over her ordinary face.
She heard numerous, disorderly footsteps all around her.
If she had previously been willing to believe the Qingzhou Guard's Left Qianhu had done this to expose a mole, she was now beginning to question his identity.
Why was he so determined to mobilize such a force, even revealing his trump card of summoning soldiers ahead of time?
Was this really about catching a mole, or eliminating the Court Faction's players?
The Princess Tomb would open soon, and all three factions were