No one expected that Mei Xi, the son of Mei Yi, the commander of the right wing forward battalion who was in charge of the escort of the royal capital, was actually killed in the escort of the capital! And after his death, he was hung high above the city gate.
The murderer left no trace, except for a small wooden carved mask, with the back engraved: The killer's Thousand Faces
In the royal capital, all the royal relatives and powerful people were panicked, afraid that the killer named Qianmeng would come to trouble them
In the royal capital, countless people secretly applauded because they had long hated the evil young man Mei Xi.
But Xiaoman could no longer hear all this because she was rushing to Yuehua City thousands of miles away
Yuehua City, one of the top ten capitals of Chu State
Because the moonlight is particularly charming, it is famous all over the world, so it is named Yuehua City
It was already the next night when Xiaoman arrived at Yuehua City
A crescent moon hangs low in the air, surrounded by clouds, combining with the distinctive green tiles of Yuehua City, like a long-lasting ink-splashing landscape painting
"What a beautiful moonlight," Xiaoman sighed softly in the carriage.
The driver who drove the horse did not hear Xiaoman's praise when the city gate was closed. He was running quickly and trying to enter the city before closing the door.
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the door of the [Yunhaiju] on the main road of Yuehua City.
"Master is here!" The coachman wiped the sweat from his head and said, although he was very sad, he could get double the reward when he arrived at the prescribed time. When he thought of this, the coachman showed a sweet smile on his face.
Xiaoman jumped out of the carriage, raised his hand, and a ingot of silver appeared in the driver's hand, "Thank you"
The coachman was an honest man. He weighed the money in his hand and said, "Master, I can't ask for so much. I promised to give it ten taels on time, at least twenty taels here."
"If there are many, just give me a reward." After saying that, Xiaoman flashed and walked into [Yunhaiju]
Looking at the magnificent [Yunhaiju], the coachman sighed: "The people living here are indeed rich masters."
The next morning, Xiaoman had breakfast, walked through the painting style of the dragon in the [Yunhaiju], the magnificent corridor, and walked towards the backyard.
At this moment, the backyard of [Yunhaiju] was taken by a distinguished guest.