Not even the people in mourning clothes thronging Linhai was able to suppress the beauty of spring flowers and the warm breeze.
Weaving through long and wide streets, a carriage made its way toward the north city walls where the aristocratic families were gathering. Meng Qi, Madam Baihua, and Ying Ning unboarded the carriage outside a lavish inn and entered their prebooked rooms.
When late night arrived, Madam Baihua quietly led them into a mansion that extended far and wide through a secluded little door. The formation of the mansion was left partially open. Under the guidance of a quiet servant, they entered an embroidery building in the back garden.
"We'll be hiding in this place for this period of time." Madam Baihua smiled sweetly at Meng Qi after tidying up the place. Ying Ning was standing behind her.
Meng Qi gave a small nod without replying.
