"Master, why don't we jump over the roof to take a look?" Young master Liu suggested.
"Do you want to be cut down by the night watchman's blade or have your heart pierced by thousands of arrows from the Royal sword guards?" The middle-aged swordsman said in a bad mood.
In an open space near the tribute courtyard, there was a sedan chair draped in red silk. A group of armed guards and two pretty servant girls surrounded the sedan chair.
"Chun 'er, when will the results be released?"
A sweet and gentle female voice came from the sedan.
"Miss, there's still another half an hour."
The maidservant on the left, Chun 'er, stood on her tiptoes and looked at the sundial in the distance.
