Five years later.
Once again, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival that happens once a year.
As the sun sets in the west, an orange afterglow hangs in the sky. The gentle breeze of early autumn makes the evening particularly soft, and the bustling Lingyang Street is even more lively than usual.
In the large river not far away, tens of thousands of "Little Red Dots" water lanterns have been released by the people. Floating on the water's surface, as the last brilliant red glow of sunset disappears, the lights from the small water lanterns shine bright like a sky full of stars.
Two elegantly dressed women walk together. The one with apricot cheeks and peach-like face is more striking, frequently drawing the gaze of others, though she remains unaware of their attention.
This person is Madam Shen.
"Ah Zhi, have you heard any rumors lately?" Tan Huanhuan asked tentatively, with a hint of concern in her voice.
