The silver moon hung high in the sky, and most of the lights in the houses in Riverside Town were out. There were only a group of five imperial guards patrolling the street and alleys.
Tread, tread…
The sound of orderly footsteps came from outside the courtyard wall.
Pei Xiangjun was standing beside the well and listening. After the footsteps faded away, she carried two buckets of water to the second floor of the small inn.
Wu Province was in chaos, and the number of travelers in the remote town had decreased drastically. There were no outsiders in the small inn, and even the innkeeper and servers were already resting.
The light in a room on the second floor was on, but there was no movement inside.
