Qin Liuxi propped up her chin, half asleep inside the carriage, when suddenly Teng Zhao nudged her, prompting her to open her eyes.
"Are we there?"
Teng Zhao shook his head, got off the carriage, and said, "Take a look."
Qin Liuxi, puzzled, poked her head out and squinted her eyes. She jumped off the carriage and, staring at the space above the mansion, asked, "Is this some kind of haunted house?"
Such thick yin energy with evil spirits, what the hell is going on?
The driver stopped in this alley, constantly rubbing his arms atop the carriage shaft, so cold. It's nearly April, yet this late spring chill is so biting, truly deadly. And yet, this master and disciple had to stop here.
Qin Liuxi went around to the driver's side and pointed at the mansion, "What place is this? Whose is it?"
The driver glanced at it and replied, "This is the Changchuan Marquis Mansion."
Qin Liuxi uttered, "Oh," recognizing that she didn't know the place, then prepared to board the carriage again.
