The interior of the hall was terrifyingly quiet. Fu Yingzhi looked in the direction of the coughing.
The figure huddled against the vermilion lacquered pillar made her whole body shudder.
Grand Tutor Sun, who in her memory had always worn the official cap with jade ornaments, now had his disheveled white hair half-covering his face, and the dried blood clots on the shoulders of his official robe trembled slightly with every breath.
Chapter 113