By the time they returned to the inn, the sky had already darkened considerably, and scattered lanterns hung in front of the shops, swinging ceaselessly in the cold wind. It was the harsh winter, and few people were out on the streets.
Inside the room, the candlelight was lit, emitting a faint warmth.
Having been shaken up too much, Hua Yiyun and his two companions had already retired to rest, while Gui Fuling was whisked away by four elders of the Gui Family, probably to ask her about important matters.
Gui Zhihang poured himself four glasses of wine, and drained them all in one go.
The first to break the silence was Mu Ling: "Old Tortoise, what exactly is the origin of Liu Hanshan?"
"He is the second son of Liu Ziying, the Vice Minister of Rites Department."
Gui Zhihang only learned of this shocking news on the way back, from asking his sister.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.
