"Lord Lin, this is today's menu. Does it look satisfactory?"
At Manduo Manor, an old serving woman held out a menu for Lin Lang to inspect.
She had no idea why Lin Lang, a guest, put on greater airs than the mistress herself.
The mistress loathed men. Even the male servants in the manor had been castrated, yet she seemed to obey this Lord Lin's every word.
He had stayed at Manduo Manor for six days, and no dish could be repeated from one day to the next, putting considerable pressure on the manor's cooks.
Lin Lang leaned back in his chair and glanced at the menu. "No sweet pastries. I prefer savory ones."
"You can prepare more seafood. Off you go."
Lin Lang waved lazily. Although he had been staying at Manduo Manor these past few days, he had not seen Wang Yuyan.
For one thing, Madam Wang had confined her to her quarters. For another, Wang Yuyan was in poor spirits. Apparently, she had been weeping these past few days, constantly saying she wanted to erect a memorial for Murong Fu, which infuriated Madam Wang.
Lin Lang did not mind. He never quibbled with a dead man.
"Why aren't Jiang Xiaoyu and the others here yet? Are they really this slow?"
Lin Lang had already sent word back to Blackwood Cliff through the men he had stationed in Gusu long ago. He was still waiting to stage a performance and capture Wang Yuyan's heart along the way.
The stage was already set. All that remained was for Jiang Xiaoyu and the others to come perform.
They would simply tell the world that the Sun Moon Holy Cult had wiped out the Murong Family of Gusu. Who would dare go to Blackwood Cliff to demand an explanation?
It would