Barely surviving until the following evening, Tang Wanzhuang did not come.
Zhao Changhe let out a huge sigh of relief, changed into simple linen clothes, wiped off the scar on his face, and honestly carried a basket of ducks to the back door of the City Lord Mansion.
The gatekeeper, upon seeing a new face, didn't raise any suspicions but casually asked, "A replacement?"
Zhao Changhe forced a smile, "Yes, several have enlisted."
Unimpressed by his answer, the guard sighed indifferently, "Hmm, there's a shortage of hands everywhere… Do you know your way around? If not, just ask someone inside to guide you. Keep the rules in mind, don't wander or be nosy, just deliver the goods to the kitchen and return the way you came."
Zhao Changhe obediently agreed and genuinely asked a servant for directions, then was led directly to the back kitchen to unload the ducks.
