The guests did not leave in a frantic swarm as the banquet drew to a close. They drifted out in twos and threes, moving at a slow, leisurely pace. Zhang Xiufang didn't dare move an inch; she only poked one eye out from behind the woodpile, straining to see if the area had finally cleared.
It was then that she saw her younger son helping Chi Yin walk toward them.
Night had fallen, and the mosquitoes were thick, leaving Zhang Xiufang’s arms covered in itchy welts. Yet, terrified that her son might spot her skulking in the shadows, she didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. It was in this state that she overheard the words her son spoke to Chi Yin.
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