While Su Long and Han Fuji were facing Bao Zhao at the warehouse, the wedding banquet at the main estate was in full swing.
Loud music filled the air. Guests laughed, drank expensive wine, and praised the grand decorations. But in the shadows of the beautiful courtyards, Fu Sheng and An Li were moving. They had a plan, but the estate was quickly turning into a dangerous maze.
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Fu Sheng stood in the servants' corridor, a heavy wooden tray of empty wine cups in his hands. He kept his head low, but his eyes never stopped moving.
The busy banquet was the perfect cover.
He had spent the last hour memorizing the guards' patrol paths. The two-story building at the edge of the estate was heavily guarded, but Fu Sheng had found a gap. Every ten minutes, the guards shifted positions. For exactly thirty seconds, the left side of the building was left completely unwatched.
That was his window.
