A series of cold reports fell like stones tossed into water, stirring up ripples of chill in the oppressive air.
With a face as stern as frozen water, Zhuzi meticulously recorded every single discovery, using a special cinnabar ink to swiftly mark glaring red spots on the blueprint of the estate he carried with him.
That steward, Wang Gui, was pinned to the icy ground of the front courtyard by two fierce guards like ravenous wolves.
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