When the soles of Gu Qinghuan’s boots crunched against the bluestone, the shackles on Monk Jingchen clinked softly behind her.
She glanced back at the middle-aged monk. Those hands, which had been raised just this morning to drive a blade into the little girl hiding in the secret compartment, were now hanging low, red welts marking his wrists.
"My Lady!"
Chapter 31