Behind the bustling commercial district on the west side of Qinghe Town sits a private residence. Its gates are kept closed year-round, with servants only occasionally stepping out to purchase supplies.
When neighbors asked questions, the servants would remain composed and tight-lipped, their demeanor polite but distant. None of the locals knew who owned the residence; they only knew that in the middle of this year, several luxurious, grand carriages had stopped at the front entrance, carrying an array of fine goods—there were over twenty trunks and crates alone.
This was the second time Feng Zhiyi had been summoned by the master of the house. This time, she was not led through the small side gate as before, but through the bright, imposing main entrance. A man who appeared to be the steward had been waiting by the stone lion for a long time. Seeing her arrive, he hurried forward: "Doctor Feng, you’ve finally come. Our mistress has been waiting for you for ages."
Chapter 48