Xiqiu listened and nodded, Old Madam Shen was as shrewd as a fox, whatever she could think of, Old Madam Shen surely could as well. She asked, "What about Madam Han?"
"She was late." Tong Quanzhi shook his head: "When I arrived, the carriage of the Han Mansion had already entered the Imperial City. I didn't dare to pursue, so I could only return." Tong Quanzhi paused and continued, "Sixth Sister, the city is truly eerie today; even before curfew, there was no one on the streets, every household has closed their doors. When I passed West Long Street, the teahouses and taverns that should be bustling around this time were sparsely populated. I don't know what happened tonight."
Xiqiu was, however, thinking of Madam Han and hoping that she was safe.
