Chương 78: Seventy-eight, White-handed host

Although she didn't owe Su Jinyi anything, seeing that her mother couldn't rest in peace even after her death, Sangmo also felt somewhat reluctant to turn a blind eye.

So, she decided to meet with him.

She glanced at Shen Yanqing, who was surrounded by people continuously urging him to drink, and then quietly left the main hall with her sword in hand.

On a flying horse, it would only take half an hour to reach the Su Residence, and the round trip wouldn't take long; Sangmo felt she could return by the next morning.

At that time, every household had put up Spring Festival couplets and hung festive red lanterns, except for the Su Residence, which was shrouded in darkness, its entrance adorned with only two dim, white lanterns.

Sangmo pushed the door and entered; inside it was still pitch-black, eerily quiet without a soul in sight.

After taking a few steps forward, the big door behind her suddenly closed on its own.