The old crone took another two hard drags from her pipe and said sinisterly,
"That man from the Zhao Family is young and hot-headed. We just laid a little trap, and he walked right into it.
By now, he's probably almost at the Eighteen Li Inn."
The middle-aged man blinked, then frowned.
"The Zhao Family?"
The old crone took another drag from her pipe.
"The Zhao Family?
There won't be a Zhao Family anymore.
Once your men set the fire, they won't find a thing."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face lit up with joy.
The original plan was just to deal with Song Meiqin, but he hadn't expected to drag Zhao Qiao'Er into it as well.
This was an unexpected bonus.
'It's just that the Zhao Family man wasn't inside…'
'That really is a bit of a shame.'
'After all, it was this same Zhao Family man who had been so arrogant back then.'
'Daring to snatch someone away right from the Liu Mansion!'
'He should've taken a good look at his own status!'
