Shao He, who was eavesdropping outside the door, hurriedly hid away; the sharp dagger grazed past her ear.
Father Jiang hastened to push the door and went outside, but there was no one to be seen.
He returned to the room, shook his head at Xia Zhaoshun, and the two men left, one after the other.
Shao He hid in the neighboring room, patting her chest and exhaling a long breath of relief.
It was a close call, she thought; otherwise, I would have been discovered.
Just as she looked up, she saw a woman staring at her. She hurriedly explained, "Sorry, I went into the wrong room, please continue."
Just as she was about to leave, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Which room were you actually trying to go to?"
Shao He paused mid-step, and, hardly daring to believe it, turned around and stepped toward the table; her face turned icy cold as she looked at the person holding a folded fan.
"Pei Huaian? What are you doing here?" she said.
