The autumn breeze swept through the streets as people went about their business, everything appearing ordinary.
Moxun picked up a fallen black scholar's hat from the ground, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she murmured to herself, "Could I have been mistaken?"
After scrutinizing the streets and alleys for a while longer, she found nothing amiss—every passerby seemed unremarkable.
"Physician Moxun, it's time to enter the Xie Mansion. What are you looking at?" the elderly physician beside her reminded her.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Moxun hurried after him and replied cheerfully, "Coming!"
Led by a servant of the Xie Family, Moxun and the other physician stepped into the grand residence.
Meanwhile, at a street corner not far away, a figure clad in black slowly emerged. The hem of his robe, embroidered with intricate and ancient patterns, fluttered faintly in the wind.
