Chapter 279
It was the Zi Hour, ten minutes past eleven at night.
We quietly slipped out of the old man’s house and headed for the Ninth Concubine’s home.
Her house was not far away. I had asked the old man to show me where it was during the day.
It was a small two-story house where the Ninth Concubine had lived alone.
Now that she was dead, no one went near it anymore.
People in the countryside tended to be superstitious, especially in a situation like this. The Ninth Concubine had lived alone, and her body was still lying in the mourning hall. No one dared approach her house for fear of running into her.
We soon arrived at her front door, where I suddenly realized something rather important.
I did not have her key!
How were we supposed to get inside without it?