Snow was dancing in the sky, the snow on the ground reaching knee-high. It was a considerable amount of snowfall after the New Year, nobody knew what kind of year this would turn out to be.
Bracing against the snow, Lou Zheng arrived at the big courtyard, a place that held a sense of mystery, as only the Lin family were allowed to enter. It was Lou Zheng's first time here. The courtyard gate was tightly closed. He knocked forcefully on the grand door.
With a creak, the door opened revealing Qiaoqiao's small head, "Uncle Lou Zheng?"
"Is your mistress home?" Lou Zheng asked.
"Yes." Qiaoqiao nodded, "So, it turns out that Uncle Lou Zheng is also here to find the mistress?"
Could it be that others have gone in too? Lou Zheng, suspicious, followed Qiaoqiao into the house.
In the room, he noticed several people huddled around Lin Ziyin. What caught Lou Zheng's attention wasn't how many villagers were present but the lump of metal sitting in the room.