An ordinary faced guard appeared and examined Feng Zhiwei's receding back. "Two possibilities. She'll either break the cauldron and sink the boat, returning to the mansion for a final struggle, or she'll suffer the injustice and bend to the Qiu Mansion's will.
The guard laughed, pointing to the redlight district in the distance. "Regardless, she will return there immediately. She cannot stay in this place much longer; another minute and her name will be smeared even more. She cannot play with her reputation and her life."
"Really?" The man smiled lightly, his words long.
"Let's bet." Ning Cheng offered enthusiastically.
The man didn't reply, and the two stood on the bridge, watching the straight backed woman. She walked purposefully and stopped by a door beside an orchid lamp. She tied up her hair like a man, and knocked firmly on the door.
Ning Cheng's face paled.
