Yihong Courtyard.
With the selection of the Oiran, the bustle of the main hall had already dispersed.
In fact, the selection of the Oiran was quite boring and concluded hastily.
A bunch of men who were only there for a quick meal to fill their stomachs, who had the desire for a lavish banquet?
On the second floor of Yihong Courtyard, the managing madam and a few runners were standing there trembling in fear.
Huang Xuan's other three guards were not dead, and they were currently responsible for overseeing the people in Yihong Courtyard.
"Young master, Master Chu, we should leave this place first," one of them suggested.
Chu Ning nodded, not stowing away his broad knife on his back but still clutching it in his hand.
They returned to Huang Xuan's residence in town.
The bodies of the three people in the private room, along with the man killed by Ruan Jinqiang, were all laid out in the courtyard.
