The words of gratitude were light, yet the speaker's expression was sincere, no longer the usual cold aloofness, calm and composed.
Lu Tong's gaze flickered.
A few days ago, she had used the debt of life-saving grace at the execution ground in Su Nan from years before to coerce Pei Yunmeng into doing her a favor.
She asked Pei Yunmeng to create a Light-vented Bulbul Painting and arrange it in the Fengle Building.
Fengle Building, in Rouge Lane of Shengjing, was the favorite hangout for the city's wealthy merchants, a place for watching operas, drinking wine, resting, and buying pleasure...
Her sister had inadvertently entered this place because of Ke Chengxing and had also died there.
