Ever since Zhao Yan had called him a beast, Yinli had remained sullen, huddled into a furry ball in the corner of Qinshui Pavilion. Even when Zhao Yan returned to the manor after court the following day, the fox merely flicked its ears without budging an inch.
Wen Qingyu burst into Qinshui Pavilion once more, her eyes red-rimmed and sunken as if she had not slept all night. She clutched a blood-stained handkerchief in her hand. She threw herself at Zhao Yan’s feet, and as the bloody cloth fell to the ground, it revealed a severed, purple-tinged finger.
"Your Highness!" Wen Qingyu shrieked, clutching the man’s python-patterned black boots. "The people from the Jinlan Gambling House sent Langran’s little finger over last night! They said if the debt isn't repaid within three days, next time... next time they’ll send his head!"
Chapter 64