Dawn was just breaking, and the morning mist of Qinglan City had not yet dissipated as Ye Fan stepped out of the inn with the four women. Su Qingxue's pipa was slung diagonally across her shoulder, its strings vibrating slightly in the morning breeze. Lin Zhaoyue's Thunder Sound Sword scabbard brushed against the silver bells at Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's waist, producing a crisp, tinkling chime. Qín Wǎnshuāng's Tiger Tally was hidden within her wide sleeves, its metallic chill seeping through the fabric into her palm—this was the final trap she had ordered the shadow guards to set last night.
"Remember your positions." Ye Fan paused at the mouth of the alley, his gaze sweeping over the four of them.
The pearl on Su Qingxue's earring was stained with mist, and as she looked up, the corners of her eyes lifted slightly: "From the second floor of the teahouse, when I play 'Qing Ping Le', the poisoned bait will appear."
Chapter 131