Zheng Fa followed behind Housekeeper Wu, arriving at the madam's secluded small building.
In the past, the sounds of string and woodwind music often emanated from this two-story building, enticing people to pause. But today, the building was quiet, as if it was deliberately waiting for him.
Drawing on the observations and tales since entering the mansion, Zheng Fa pieced together an image of the madam in his mind.
She hardly ever left the small building, even disliking servants disturbing her with trifles, but over twenty years she had the entire Zhao Mansion in the palm of her hand, to the point where people knew only of the madam and not Mr. Zhao.
