There was a horse carriage parked at the back door of the Mo Manor, with the windows and door shaded with curtains. It stopped at the corner, and looked nothing unusual at first glance. It was just like the ordinary horse carriage parked in the lane. But the green cloth curtains slightly lifted from time to time, which indicated the anxious mood of the people inside.

The horse carriage had been parked at the back door for a long while. It parked here in the middle of the day and ...