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"No matter the truth, I must face it," Nangong Shuang resolved in her heart. "For my parents, for the souls of the Nangong Family, I cannot back down."
With this determination, Nangong Shuang gradually fell into a deep sleep. In her dreams, she saw a magnificent palace, and a vague figure reached out to her, seemingly calling her. The figure's face was shrouded in mist, but those familiar eyes were filled with love and hope...
The next morning, Nangong Shuang woke up earlier than usual. She decided to investigate the location indicated on the map to see if there were any clues hidden there.
"Miss, are you going out?" Qiao Er came early to assist her with her grooming.
Nangong Shuang nodded. "I want to check out the southern part of the city; there might be clues hidden there. Have you found any news about Feng Yu Pavilion?"
Qiao Er shook her head. "Han Gangzhu said he has never heard of that place. However, he promised to keep investigating and will notify us as soon as he has any information."
Nangong Shuang felt a bit disappointed but was not surprised. It seemed that the secret of Feng Yu Pavilion was not known to ordinary people.
"By the way," Qiao Er suddenly remembered something, "Han Gangzhu also mentioned that many unfamiliar faces have appeared in the city recently, supposedly all here for the Lantern Festival, but he finds it a bit suspicious."
Nangong Shuang's heart tightened. "What’s suspicious about it?"
"These people, although disguised as merchants or tourists, exude an aura of violence that is not typical of ordinary citizens," Qiao Er explained. "Han Gangzhu suspects they might be spies or assassins sent by some force."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Shuang became even more certain of her dangerous situation. "It seems there are multiple forces watching me. You should tell Han Gangzhu to send someone to secretly protect Guo Residence in case anyone poses a threat to the Guo Family."
Qiao Er agreed and then asked, "Do you need me to accompany you to the southern part of the city?"
Nangong Shuang thought for a moment and nodded. "Let's go together; having another person will provide more safety. But we need to disguise ourselves to avoid drawing attention."
After a simple breakfast, they changed into ordinary citizens' attire and quietly left through the side door of Guo Residence. To avoid being noticed, they deliberately took a longer route, weaving through several alleys and occasionally stopping to pretend to shop, ensuring no one was following them.
About an hour later, they finally arrived at the Desolate Mansion district in the southern part of the city. This area had once been home to many noble families but had fallen into disrepair after a great fire years ago destroyed many residences.
According to the map marked with a birthmark, Nangong Shuang navigated through several collapsed walls and eventually arrived at a relatively intact courtyard. The main gate was decayed, and the walls were mottled, but the overall structure remained standing, overgrown with weeds and vines that made it look eerie.
"This is it," Nangong Shuang confirmed as she looked at the map in her hand. She pushed open the creaking door cautiously and stepped inside.
The courtyard was desolate; weeds thrived everywhere, and several old trees leaned awkwardly with moss covering their trunks. The roof of the main hall had partially collapsed, revealing uneven beams above. Nangong Shuang maneuvered around debris and approached the main hall, pushing open the creaking door.
Inside was dimly lit; the air was thick with mildew and dust. Nangong Shuang took out a fire stick from her sleeve and lit a candle. Under its faint glow, she saw that only a few remnants remained in the hall—some broken chairs and a dusty table.
"This place looks like it has been abandoned for years," Qiao Er whispered. "Will there really be any clues here?"
Nangong Shuang did not answer immediately but carefully observed her surroundings. According to the map, the plum blossom mark should be right in the center of this hall. She walked into the hall, crouched down, and brushed away the dust on the ground with her hand.
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