"Ahead lies Manduo Manor." The boatman lowered his voice, pointing toward the cluster of buildings half-concealed in the morning mist across the lake. "My two patrons, I can only take you this far."
I drew out a few pieces of broken silver and shoved them into his hand. "Many thanks, old man. If we have not returned in three days, please be sure to go to Dali City and report this."
The boatman nodded and quietly rowed away. Mu Wanqing stood on the bank, her face veiled in black, her gaze as cold and sharp as a blade.
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