The evening on Floating Jade Island was tranquil and serene.
Clumsy-handed fishermen's wives carried spears, with two or three, or even six or seven fat fish hanging, quick-stepping towards their homes, preparing to cook dinner for the men who would soon return from working at the jade mine.
Before long, smoke rose from all around, mingling with the night fog, enveloping the Yu Family Mansion's splendid, glittering center in smoke, adding an air of mystery out of thin air.
The two guards at the Yu family's gate stood lazily, though the family had tense moments in recent days. However, since the Yu family had known peace for so long, they had grown accustomed to the occasional tension.
"Hey, Old Wang, how much longer until the shift change arrives? I'm starving," muttered one guard.
"Let me check."
