Gu Shengyin lived in a small courtyard, occasionally disguising herself and wandering around Liangzhou City.
There was no other way; her face was simply too attention-grabbing, and if she didn't disguise herself, she would certainly be noticed.
Trouble would inevitably follow.
Gu Shengyin wasn't afraid of anyone but was concerned about trouble.
So she preferred to take some precautions when going out.
On this day, she held two jars of good wine in her hands and packed some of Liangzhou City's famous local dishes to bring back to the courtyard, planning to drink merrily under the moon at night.
When entering the door, Gu Shengyin paused for a moment.
Then she closed the courtyard door calmly and walked slowly toward the only stone table in the yard.
Just as she was about to place the items on the table, a shadow silently approached from behind.
The masked man's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he mercilessly thrust a dagger toward the vital spot on Gu Shengyin's back.
