Old Madam Liu once again thanked Feng Zongping and Yi Ziyang, and only after having the family servants send them back did she have Daji carried back home.
Changqing Alley was very quiet; the usual people who would sit at the doorstep to sew shoe soles were all gone, and their doorstep was damp, obviously just washed, but there were still blood stains in the crevices of the bluestone slabs and the walls that couldn't be washed away.
There were officers with knives guarding both sides, preventing people inside the courtyard from coming out, and naturally, those outside couldn't just enter either.
Upon entering the gate, Manbao saw that the courtyard was also being washed, with blood specks still splattered on some of the flowers and plants, and nobody had thought to wash the flowers and plants yet, so the bloodstains remained on them.
The faces of Manbao and the other two turned somewhat pale.
