On the fifteenth of December, the snow in the sky had stopped for once, a full moon hanging above, its clear rays pouring down, illuminating the entire Capital.
Inside the Yi Mansion, Yi Qianqian was sitting in her bedroom, waiting for news from the maid.
Soon, footsteps on snow could be heard from outside.
"Miss."
The door was knocked, and the voice of the maid came from outside.
Yi Qianqian said, "Come in."
The door creaked open, and the maid walked in with an unpleasant expression, then placed a blue pouch and a rolled-up painting on the tea table.
"What's happening?" Yi Qianqian frowned, "Do they think the money is too little?"
"No!" The maid shook her head, "Five thousand taels for a life, more than enough."
Yi Qianqian's voice turned cold, "Then what's the matter?"
