"What are the Master and Cáo Rúmèng whispering about in there?"
"How would I know what they're whispering about? I’m just following the Young Master’s orders to keep everyone away. He said they have important business to discuss!"
At the entrance of the small courtyard in the Prime Minister Estate, Qīngniǎo stood firm, a silver spear in hand, blocking Chén Dào from entering. Chén Dào was carrying a blood-red cloth bag; it was bulging, and every so often, a few drops of fresh blood would drip onto the ground.
Chapter 114