“That’s enough,” Jiaming comforted Xiao Hezi. “Judging from these unusual movements,” she continued, “it makes sense. These days, you’ve been stopping Song Shi and the others’ schemes. Apart from getting Hongxuan to move to the front courtyard, the Fujin hasn’t done anything else. Li Shi and Hesheli are also very clever. Thinking about it, it’s time for them to make their move.”

As she spoke, Jiaming stood up, walked to the window, and looked out.

At some point, the once clear blue sky and bright sunshine were covered by a thick layer of dark clouds. The sun disappeared, and shadows enveloped the entire Peach Garden.

The windows were rattling incessantly in the wind, and thunder began to rumble, as if a storm was about to break.

Jiaming stood outside the window, bracing herself against the wind. She raised her hand to brush a strand of hair from her face, looked up at the sky, and murmured, "It's finally here. So what if it's a storm? Let it come!"

After saying that, she turned to Xiao Hezi and instructed him, "I don't need to tell you exactly what to do. You should know how to act, right?"

"Don't worry, Master, this servant knows what to do," Xiao Hezi said confidently to Jiaming.

“That’s fine then,” Jiaming paused, then, as if remembering something, continued, “If I have any further ideas, I will let you know.”

This so-called "idea" doesn't need Jiaming to explain; Xiao Hezi understands.

For example, in the past, if their master wanted to use a counter-strategy, he would notify them to let their guard down and let some things in.

As soon as Xiao Hezi stepped out of the house, he quickly mobilized everything in Taoyuan.