"You," Qin Zhen pointed at the coachman with her finger, "go knock on the door."
The coachman dared not disobey and hurried up to the gate, lifting the brass knocker and rapping a few times.
Before long, the door was opened by an elderly woman who, upon seeing that it was the coachman, furrowed her brows and scolded, "Weren't you assigned to go out and work? How come you've returned so soon?"
"Don't, don't…" The coachman began, wanting to stop the old woman from saying more.
The elderly woman mistook his intention, "Don't what? The master has said you aren't to return to the residence, and what's more, who gave you the gall to dare knock on the front door?"
"The order came from this exalted one," said a clear, beautiful voice from behind the coachman.
The elderly woman peered past the ashen face of the coachman and caught sight of Qin Zhen standing behind him, and naturally, she also saw the corpse tied to the back of the carriage.
Without another word, she shut the door.
