A cold wind, out of place for springtime, blew into the courtyard, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Several families wore grim expressions, quickly putting down their work and returning to their own homes.
Lin Nianhe caught their reactions, her lips curled in a silent, mocking smile.
Finding an unobtrusive little corner for herself, she took a small stool to sit down and struck up a conversation with Yan Chu: "Brother Yan, I heard from Brother Yuncheng that you live around here?"
"Right," Yan Chu nodded, "My home is on the East Street."
"Have you heard that story?" Lin Nianhe asked, her tone cloaked in mystery.
Yan Chu looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Lin Nianhe gave him a knowing look without saying a word.
Yan Chu, quick-witted as he was—which was why Su Yuncheng had hired him—immediately caught on and followed up, "What story?"
"That one," Lin Nianhe said with a hint of tension, "the story about the red Wedding Dress."
