Especially, Princess Baling had actually been scheming that sort of idea.
"Wife? It's night, do you want to clean up and go to sleep?" The voice of Wan Lu sounded from outside the door.
Ran Yan, while dissecting the last mouse, responded in an even tone, "Another quarter of an hour."
Hearing the voice from the room as if it emerged from hell, Wan Lu involuntarily shrank her neck and shook her head at Xing Niang in front of the hall, then quickly trotted over to whisper to her, "The wife said another quarter of an hour."
Xing Niang sighed and said, "Then keep the water hot, and send it to the bathhouse a little later."
A quarter of an hour later, Ran Yan finished processing the mouse's corpse, took off her gloves and mask, and pulled open the door. Outside, the sky had darkened completely, and lanterns were lit along the corridor.
