Dusk was thick.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was eerie.
Yu Tingwan remained silent all the way, and as soon as the wheels barely stopped, she tossed the strategem book aside and exited the carriage. After stepping down off the footstool, she ascended the steps without a backward glance.
The strategem book was very thick, filled with Wei Zhao's dense annotations and the occasional strategy he penned when inspiration struck.
Did she understand it?
No.
Was she a diligent person?
No.
Wei Zhao saw the book that Yu Tingwan had carried all the way but had not turned a single page.
He knew then that he was doomed.
After entering the Duke Mansion, Yu Tingwan wasn't in a hurry to return; instead, she first questioned the nanny guarding the gatehouse.
"Has my mother-in-law returned?"
The nanny respectfully curtsied: "Yes, the mistress returned half an incense stick ago."
