At three quarters past the dog hour, the candlelight in the study of the Lu Mansion stretched the figures of the two people very long. Jiang Wan pinched a yellowed wedding itinerary booklet, her fingertips repeatedly stroking the page at the "Concordance Rite": "Jingyuan, if we feign to adopt Steward Zhang's 'auspicious hour of the wèi period', will we alert the enemy by startling the snake?"
Lu Jingyuan added a piece of aloeswood into the charcoal brazier, the sparks making the depths of his eyes look cold: "What I fear is that he won't come. Look at the marginal notes in this itinerary booklet—" He picked up the page with a silver hairpin, "The ink is fresh, yet it was deliberately made to look aged, clearly intended to make us mistakenly think it had been tampered with long ago."
Lüluo entered carrying a tea tray and lowered her voice: "My lady, Mr. Zhou found this outside Steward Zhang's room." She handed over a scrap of paper, on which a withered plum blossom and the character "sì" were drawn in vermilion.
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