The palace was still, and the very air seemed to stifle in the space before the imperial entourage arrived. Ji Yechao clawed at his throat, frantic and gasping, his nose running and eyes streaming, but the pill that had melted upon contact left no trace behind.
The girl in the green dress beside him retreated, her head bowed and her manner perfectly submissive. She embodied the rigid decorum of the palace, leaving no hint of what had just transpired.
Ji Yechao couldn't help but shiver.
Chapter 175