The night was really deep. The surroundings were so quiet that not a sound could be heard.
It was a small two-story house, and when Lady Beigong gently pushed open the front door, to her surprise, it was unlocked. The door wasn't locked! In the depths of the night, one could assume there must be someone inside. At the very least, Beigong Cang should have returned.
But the entire house was dark, devoid of any light. Fang Caixuan followed behind Lady Beigong, timidly whispering, "Auntie, could a thief have opened the door?"
"Nonsense!" Lady Beigong said as she found the light switch on the wall and turned on the overhead light.
There were no signs of disturbance in the living room; it looked exactly the same as when she had visited two years ago to find Qiao Qianning. A faint smell of alcohol drifted down from upstairs, prompting Lady Beigong to ascend the staircase quickly.
When she opened the door to the large room, she was stunned.