Debt note?
Everyone in the temple was immediately drawn to Cuicui's words, and someone asked, "What debt note?"
Cuicui said, "See for yourselves, it's engraved on the wall, clear as day—"
Lu Tong suddenly looked up.
The medical officers beside her, curious, took an oil lamp and squatted down next to Cuicui.
It was overcast every day in Su Nan, and today it was snowing, with no glimpse of the sun. Half of the plague hospital's door was closed, making the temple as dim as night. The medical officer closest held the oil lamp up to the wall. Indeed, there was a deeply engraved line of characters beneath the offering table, in front of the statue:
"On this day, I have borrowed two taels of silver in the name of Seventeenth Miss with the agreement to repay with interest at any time without delay for fear that verbal agreements hold no proof hereby have this debt note engraved in the year of Yongchang thirty-five, in the midst of deep winter, signed, assassin young master."
