Lying on the roof, Feng Wu and the other shadow guards removed one of the tiles and peered into the room below.
Sitting on a round stool by a wooden table, the young lady took a sip of water. She frowned slightly at the bland taste, set the cup down, and gracefully dabbed her lips with a handkerchief.
Seeing this, the maidservant's eyes shifted slightly. "Third Young Lady, when do you plan to meet Great General Feng?"
The young lady thought silently for a moment before replying. "This place is full of refugees, and wars might break out anytime. Before something bad happens, we need to leave."
She paused briefly, then added, "Let's rest for a while, then go meet him later. Let the waiter prepare bath water."
The maidservant's eyes flickered when she heard this. "Yes, Third Young Lady."
On the roof, Feng Wu had heard everything. He exchanged glances with the other shadow guards, then made a few hand signs. Understanding his intention, two of them nodded.
