Zhao Ling concealed herself within the shadows, her grip tightening around the cold steel of the dagger clasped in her hand. Her unwavering gaze remained fixated upon the entrance to the underground room, its dimly lit floor the only visible target.
The echo of footsteps resonated through the air, signaling the approach of an individual ascending the staircase. Discerning the cadence of the steps, it was evident that the person lacked the grace and skill of a seasoned martial artist. Nevertheless, Zhao Ling refused to lower her guard.
Meanwhile, He Qing and Mu Chen maintained their covert positions near the entrance, silently awaiting the unfolding events.
The wooden floor groaned and parted slowly, revealing the emergence of a lady from the concealed underground room. Clasping an oil lamp in her delicate hand, she stepped out cautiously, ensuring to close the opening behind her. It was none other than Governor Lian's esteemed primary wife.