Yang You sat on the ground, watching the crowd disperse and Ma Yuan being hauled away. The suspense that had gripped his heart finally began to lift. Only as the dust settled did he realize his back was drenched in cold sweat.
A sudden, stinging pain surged through his body, forcing a groan from his throat. His face, in particular, felt as if it had been pricked by thousands of steel needles; his skin twitched uncontrollably. When he reached up to touch it, the pain intensified, nearly driving him to scream.
Zhang Zhiyi approached Bei Ji, his gaze questioning. Had it really ended just like that? He hadn’t gone to the trouble of finding those witnesses just to settle the score with a minor pawn like Ma Yuan. What exactly was Lady He planning?
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