Zhou Residence.
The main gate was tightly closed, and the silence was profound.
A head popped out from the wall, but it quickly retreated at the sight of the Eastern Depot's patrols outside, frightened.
Exclamations, cries, and harsh scolding emanated continuously from within the courtyard; the Zhou family members shouted for an audience with the emperor at the palace, while the servants eyed the family's gold, silver, and antiques, sneaking a few items whenever possible.
At noon.
The sound of footsteps approached; dozens of black-clothed patrols arrived at the entrance of the Zhou Residence.
As the large sedan with a silver roof and carried by eight came to a stop, a junior officer, through the curtains, bowed and said, "Godfather, we have arrived at the Zhou Residence."
Zhou Yi put down the history book in his hand, lifted the curtain, and took a look around.
"Is everything prepared?"
