The morning mist had yet to disperse, and the imperial palace's golden tiles shimmered with a dull, yellowish hue in the haze. A sound like low thunder rolled across the horizon once more.
Pi Yanlin gazed up at the spiderweb-like fissure in the sky. A corner of the straw cushion tucked behind his neck had been flipped up by the wind; he reached back to pat it down, his fingertips brushing against the prickly straw—it felt exactly like the cushion he’d used ten years ago while squatting in a teahouse to listen to cases.
"Pi Yanlin!" Gu Qinghuan’s scabbard tapped lightly against his calf. Her fingertips were stained with blood, but her grip on the hilt was so tight her knuckles had turned white. "The backlash from the upheaval of the laws is coming."
Chapter 203