187. Plotting Against Young Master

East City, the orphanage.

When Zhao Douan arrived at this low and dilapidated building, having rid himself of the smell of alcohol and carrying two boxes of pastries,

he could not help but recall the bright morning he had initially come to East City with Haitang and Zhang Han in search of the descendants of the Xue family.

"Ah, young master, you're here again?"

At the gate of the courtyard, there was an old gatekeeper in a small room.

However, Zhao Douan knew that this gatekeeper, a dark-faced man missing a leg and apparently frail but inherently full of spirit, held another role as the director of the orphanage.

As a "charity hall" institution in the Capital, this building that sheltered many orphans had little to profit from.

The so-called director sounded prestigious but was actually on par with, or even lower than, a minor clerk.

Zhao Douan learned from his conversation with Wu, the aged director, that in his youth, he too had been a soldier, only in a lower position.