Fu Zhen squinted her eyes: "The day before yesterday?"
"Exactly!"
Fu Zhen narrowed her eyes towards the window.
The sunlight was near noon, and the spring sun had already turned fierce.
Those walking on the streets below were mostly officials in fine silk and embroidered clothes, among whom were many familiar faces, people she had dealt with before or seen at various occasions.
They all recognized Miss Liang from the Liang Family, but none of them would ever know that the person sitting upstairs eating roasted chicken was Liang Ning, who was burnt to a crisp in Baihe Temple.
They were martial people who believed that "to know oneself and one's enemy is the key to winning a hundred battles," but her understanding of Xu Yin and the current court had already been severed.
The information she had learned today was indeed plentiful, but it was of no help in how she should carry out her revenge.
