Bamboo Silk House Lays Claim (Part 1)

In Silver Sword City, within the courtyard of the tiny Wu family, the front gate opened and closed silently as it admitted a late-night visitor. While the lamps had long been extinguished by the kind neighbor who tended to Wu Ningli in her son's absence, the darkness caused no difficulty to the graceful figure who made her way steadily toward Wu Ningli's small bedroom.

"The door isn't locked Sister Hyacinth," Wu Ningli's frail voice called when the approaching woman reached the door. "If you've come to kill me, make it quick, but if you're here to talk, at least make a pot of tea for your poor sister."