This murderous intent once aroused, however, isn't just about moving your lips and uttering a word to immediately extinguish someone. Since it needs to be foolproof yet appear as an accident, a proper arrangement is naturally required.
At this precise moment, a third-class maid responsible for serving tea in the courtyard of the Eldest Lady Wu developed a rash all over her face and was moved out. A nanny, who was a fellow townsfolk of Nanny Wei and had some acquaintance, used a few silvers to insert her distant niece into this position. Her name was Cao Er, just as unremarkable as her name, she was honest and sincere, didn't speak much, yet hardworking and diligent, the kind of maid the masters favored the most.
Within three days, Wufu received a piece of news; Nanny Wei's eldest son had left the capital and sought out a rather second-rate killer organization called Lanting Tower.
"Lanting Tower?" Wufu's lips curled into an elusive smile, yet that smile didn't reach his eyes.
