"What do I do? Tell me, what am I supposed to do?"
The discarded scraps of flesh were still piled beside the incense table.
Ji Yechao felt his scalp go cold. In one hand, he held a carving knife; in the other, a piece of bone. The immense pressure he had been under had driven him to seek an outlet, and he had become completely consumed by his bone carving. He never imagined that the Emperor would pay a sudden, late-night visit to the Bronze Sparrow Terrace.
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