At night, no stars can be seen in the sky.
The stalls outside the Goddess Temple have long been dismantled. The street is empty, with no trace of passersby, as if the hustle and bustle were just a fleeting illusion.
At the temple gate, servants from the Zhu Mansion stand guard, patrolling back and forth.
Old Master Zhu, no longer amiable, looks back darkly at the temple, the only spot lit amidst the ink-like darkness.
"Have the mothers of those two children been settled?"
The steward quickly replied: "In response to the master, they are resting in the dormitory. I personally watched them drink water laced with sleeping drugs. Now they are in a deep sleep, oblivious to any commotion outside, so they won't ruin our young master's plans."
Old Master Zhu nodded with satisfaction.
It's no wonder he's cautious.
These paupers, once they catch a whiff of benefit, are like leeches sucking blood.
