On the other side, Zhu Haomiao walked alone on the late-night street, looking around at the scenery with interest.
The bustling traffic of the daytime was gone, and the night streets were quiet and ancient, presenting a historical heaviness rarely seen in modern cities.
As if walking in the ancient scroll of the [Qingming River Painting], Zhu Haomiao appreciated the antique streets and unknowingly passed through several alleys, returning to the [Pingyang Marquis Mansion].
"Young master, you've returned!"
The gatekeeper servant finally saw the master he had been longing for return home, letting out a long sigh of relief, and quickly locked the door after welcoming the young man inside.
Noticing the servant's panicked and nervous emotions, Zhu Haomiao looked at him strangely.
"What's the matter?"
"Young master, you don't know, a gang of fierce bandits has been committing crimes everywhere recently. Several families in the alley have already been robbed, and many have died!"
