Rong Zheng returned to the manor owner's quarters, exhausted, and peeked through the moon gate to see a single oil lamp burning inside the room.

The dim, yellow light cast a small patch of warmth outside. Even from a distance, Rong Zheng felt the chill on her body slightly fade away.

She clasped her hands together, pressing them against her forehead, and took a few deep breaths.

This was her usual little gesture to soothe her emotions. Every time she went on a mission, she would find a secluded, dark corner to stay in alone, doing nothing but listening to her own breathing.

Just one more promise...

Du Hong had promised her that once she completed this mission, she could take the three things that rightfully belonged to her and leave for good.

From then on, everything about the Floating Pavilion, all the darkness, murkiness, and filth of the past, would have nothing to do with her.

She adjusted her mood and perked up. When Tao Mian heard the door being knocked, the lively and cheerful Little Hua had returned.@@novelbin@@

"Little Tao! I brought dinner from the kitchen. It's hot, come quickly."

Tao Mian sat on a high stool, legs apart, bent over, holding an unusually thick peach branch in his hand.

He was using a dagger to sharpen one end of the branch to a point.

"What are you busy with?"

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