The oppressive heat of the summer night made it difficult to breathe. When Fu Yingzhi lifted the sedan curtain for the third time to catch some air, she saw the setting sun at the edge of the sky looking like blood, lingering yet about to fall.
In the distance, thunderclouds churned, but not a single drop of rain fell, and even the wind carried waves of heat.
Fu Yingzhi leaned against the soft cushions, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the brocade box the Empress had just bestowed upon her, a chill rising deep within her heart.
Chapter 76