The house they were in was a stark contrast to the architectural style of the Imperial City. The room was packed with various mechanical devices, their intricate, dizzying arrangement of parts possessing a strange, singular beauty.
The person lying on the floor was clearly no common citizen; the gold and silver ornaments on their body glittered amidst a pool of blood.
Song Ji cast a single glance at the floor and, with an indifferent expression, waved his hand behind him. Xun Zhu entered with a retinue of secret guards to dispose of the body.
Chapter 43