The green-brick floor of the Xuan'an Bureau was damp from the night dew; when Pi Yanlin kicked the threshold, his shoe tips were stained with specks of wet mud.
He latched the door behind him, and the white jade slip hidden in his sleeve grew searingly hot, scorching his skin even through two layers of fabric.
"Old Wu’s talent for hiding things was certainly more diligent than his investigative work." He tugged at his collar and slumped in front of the desk, letting the jade slip smack onto the thin layer of dust covering the sandalwood table.
Chapter 119