"Secret agent of the imperial court?" I held the letter, my fingers trembling slightly. "This Young Master Li is dead set on ruining me!"
Liu Yue'e snatched the letter from my hands, read it again by the moonlight, and furrowed her brow. "I've heard of this Zhao Wuhen. He's a capable hatchet man for the Imperial City Bureau, specializing in bizarre cases and strange occurrences. If he has his eyes on you..."
She left the sentence unfinished, but I understood the gravity of the situation. Being labeled as a sorcerer in ancient times meant banishment at best, and burning at the stake at worst.
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