The midday sun was exceptionally scorching, beating down directly on the earth. Zhao Yan stood in the courtyard for a moment, and his skin began to sting from the heat.
There was no one in the yard. The back basket Zhao Yan had placed there earlier was gone, and the hen and vegetables they had brought over were nowhere to be seen; they must have been cleared away.
Muffled voices drifted from the room next door. Zhao Yan guessed that the others had gathered there to talk.
Chapter 64