After paying some money to send away the person who had guided her, Chu Yu turned and gazed intently at the house before her.
The door was ajar. Chu Yu reached out, slightly nudled the door, and a crack opened. With some hesitation and trepidation, she pulled the door open, and was immediately met with a musty dampness, reminiscent of moldy straw that had soaked in water for too long.
Chu Yu couldn't help but frown.
This place hardly seemed fit for human habitation, yet the person she had just paid had told her that Wang Yizhi had once visited this place.
Seeing this, Yue Jiefei asked, "Princess, shall we not go in then?"
Chu Yu shook her head, instructing Yue Jiefei to keep watch outside while she and Amman entered the house together.
The small and low house was modestly furnished and destitute, containing only a crooked wooden rack and a pile of rotting straw, with the occupant lying on a straw mat, sound asleep.
