Unknown to Mo Zen and Mo Ting, someone else had been watching from the shadows.
Lian.
Chu Ming's maid.
Her eyes were wide, almost popping out of her head as she peeked through the bushes. She saw EVERYTHING, from the moment Mo Ting stared at Lin Xu like a starving wolf... to Mo Zen dragging him away like he was saving his brother from walking into his own grave.
The moment they disappeared, Lian covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh... this is good. This is VERY good."
She lifted her skirt and ran, almost tripping twice, heading straight for Chu Ming's quarters.
That place was heavily guarded. Two guards stood by the door, arms crossed, faces stiff.
She stopped in front of them, panting.
"I... I need to see my lady."
"No," one guard said coldly. "Miss Chu is under confinement. No one enters..."
Before he finished, Lian slipped two silver ingots into his palm.
He blinked.
Then she slipped two more into the other guard's hand.
They exchanged looks.
