"My relative happened to buy a small courtyard right against the city wall on West Street last year. You must live nearby and certainly know him. He's my eldest nephew, Mei Qian. Big sister, you must have seen him," said Yun Que.
"Oh, that fellow surnamed Mei! I see him often. Your eldest nephew doesn't have much character, though. He borrowed a silver tael from my family and hasn't returned it for half a year."
As the middle-aged woman spoke, she tucked her right hand into her sleeve, her features suddenly twisting into a fierce expression as she viciously lunged to draw a dagger from inside her sleeve.
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