16:00.
"What?"
A not so heavy gasp came from the sleeping chamber. At this moment, Lin Jiaojiao was sitting on the arhat bed, her bitten Red Sugar Bean Paste Cake unmoving.
She stared at Xuemei in front of her and asked, "Who told you that?"
Xuemei was also taken aback, not expecting her mistress's huge reaction to the beggars' affairs.
After a moment, she perfunctorily said, "This servant heard it from a friend."
Lin Jiaojiao furrowed her brows, gazing at Xuemei as she asked, "What else does your friend know?"
Seeing her mistress's serious attitude towards this matter, Xuemei could only tell the truth, "This servant asked, but he wouldn't say."
As the words fell, silence filled the room for a long while. Just as Xuemei started to feel uneasy, Lin Jiaojiao spoke, "I'll give you one hundred taels of silver. Bring it to your friend, and let your friend help me find out who is behind this group of beggars."
"Ah?" Xuemei was taken aback, but soon agreed.
