Imperial City, Xiaoliu Street, Qin Mansion.
These days, even the gatekeepers of the Qin Mansion could feel the oppressive atmosphere inside the house. Sometimes, passing by the Moon Gate, they would hear faint sobbing from within. No one knew whether it was a maid or that young lady of the family who was crying.
Even more frightening was that the master had returned with a dark, thunderous face every day recently, as if burdened by some monumental worry.
Yesterday, just because the family's dogs barked a few times too many, they almost ended up being tossed into a pot for boiling. Now they still hid away in the woodshed, not daring to show themselves, having pissed themselves several times from fear.
It was as if a layer of dark clouds hung over the Qin Mansion, leaving everyone below anxious and trembling in their boots.
