Zheng Xiu sighed in relief. 'Leaving things to Qing Pi to handle really puts my mind at ease.' He gave Qing Shisan a thumbs-up, not holding back his praise. "Well done! Your pay is doubled next month! I'll have Second Lady put it on your account later."
"Yes, sir! The Master is generous!" Hearing about the extra money, Qing Shisan beamed, his eyes narrowing into slits.
Zheng Xiu asked, "And then?"
Qing Shisan pinched two fingers together, and the pouch of his dry pipe lit itself, letting out a faint wisp of smoke. He took a deep drag and said with a smile, "After the Ancestral Worship Ceremony, they all just vanished for some reason. Nothing happened. They left as quietly as they came."
