The crisp sound of a shattering celadon bowl startled the white doves under the eaves.
Shen Qing knelt to pick up the shards, a thin cut appearing on her fingertip from a porcelain splinter.
Xiao Yu reached out and gripped her fingers, his gaze sweeping over the words "The Royal Uncle is colluding with Beirong" on the letter. The trigger mechanism of the sleeve crossbow hidden in his robe grew slightly warm.
Chapter 127