Meanwhile, Master Zhong had just walked out of the front hall when he bumped into the housekeeper coming his way.
"Master, a letter has been delivered."
Master Zhong lowered his head and, recognizing the familiar paper of the envelope, his pupils shrank. He snatched it angrily and demanded, "Who delivered this!"
The housekeeper, not expecting such a strong reaction, replied timidly, "It was a beggar."
"Go, bring that beggar back here," Master Zhong ordered fiercely, his chest heaving with anger.
The housekeeper promptly nodded, "This servant is on it," he said as he hurried out.
Master Zhong did not leave either; he stood in the courtyard and opened the envelope.
Inside the envelope was only one sentence, "Tomorrow before noon, place the silver under the old locust tree on Locust Tree Street. No need to meet."
Master Zhong frowned, previously he had found it strange that the other party had wanted to meet his son, since they should want to conceal their identity.
