9 to 11 PM.
A hundred steps outside East Rongmi Lane, Jin Zhu sat in a noodle shop leisurely peeling garlic, complaining, "When I was at the Pigeon Level, I was assigned to surveil the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. When I reached Hai Dongqing, I was assigned to monitor Official Hu. It's so hard to make it to the Twelve Signs, and I'm still being assigned to surveillance."
Heavenly Horse, sitting across the table, slowly peeled garlic, ignoring Jin Zhu's complaints.
Jin Zhu threw the peeled garlic on the table, glanced at East Rongmi Lane, and saw Xuan Snake standing under the eaves of Huitong Hall, resting with his eyes closed. This made him feel a bit better.
But he continued to complain, "There's a national mourning right now, how can a noodle shop not close at 9 to 11 PM? If someone really wants to assassinate the An Nan Envoy, those assassins aren't fools... How exactly did the Empress die? You're one of the Top Three; you must know something, tell me."
