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The visitors from Five and a Half Hall, Song Cheng did not kill.
The minions, killing them was meaningless.
But Song Cheng took away their identity tokens.
Then, on the way back, he made a detour to the Zhao Residence.
Zhao Hua was reading a book.
The bronze candlestick held the softly glowing orange light which gently illuminated the man with an air of refinement, embodying the elegance of a young gentleman.
The man had not yet slept, remaining focused on his reading.
His books were quite eclectic, covering everything from military strategies to miscellaneous books on dog training and hunting.
Astonishingly, in this Zhao Residence, there were no concubines at all, aside from the servants and maids.
Song Cheng glanced at Zhao Hua's "100" affection rating, pondered briefly, and then emerged from the darkness, wrapped in mudstone.
The door creaked open, and the candle flickered, casting shadows in the room.
Clang!
