In the outer courtyard where the kitchen was located, there lived one other person, Fan Wuzhe.
Despite being a relative, he couldn't stay in the inner courtyard.
Fan Wuzhe, restless on the bed, had no idea when he drifted into a blurry sleep.
After leaving the kitchen, Shi Chun returned to the front hall briefly, then slipped back into the courtyard. This time, he didn't go to the kitchen but walked to Fan Wuzhe's room, gently pushed the door open, and then quickly shut it.
He then approached the bed and checked Fan Wuzhe's pulse and breathing. After confirming he was deeply asleep, he pressed an acupuncture point and then bent down to pick up a spherical hollow metal pill from under the bed.
It wasn't anything precious, just a delicate piece typically hung in carriages to burn incense and add fragrance. Only he had filled it with some knockout incense.
