During the day, there wasn't anything unusual with Gardener Jiang. He was diligent in his work. In the few days when he was being watched, there were no abnormal movements. On August 29th, the peddler's call to sell sounded outside the backyard. When the ginger gardener heard this, he looked around nervously.
At midnight, Gu Yu and Xing Hua turned out the lights in the courtyard, leaving only a lamp in the corner of the eaves. After an hour, only the puppies' snores could be heard in the courtyard. Even the streets had become deserted.
The garden was dark, and the wind gently stirred the flowers and leaves in the backyard, making them look a little terrifying. Yan Niang stood by the golden bamboo forest beside the servants' room and quietly looked at the servants' room with the oil lamp lit. It was as if she had become one with the golden bamboo.
