Inside the house, Zhao Chongwu was just an ordinary person—this had already been confirmed through so many days of observation, which was why everyone in the Xuanqing Guard acted so brazenly without worrying about being detected by him.
Looking down through the cracks between the roof tiles, the scene inside the house was clear at a glance.
Zhao Chongwu seemed a little tired. First, he set the basket on the ground, then went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water to make tea for himself, only after that leaning on the chair to rest.
After about the time it takes to eat a meal, faint footsteps sounded on the silent street. Following the sound, it was Zhan Wenlin, disguised as an old countryman.
