Wei Zhongxian’s sinister smile felt like a venomous snake staring at its prey, tongue flicking in and out, sending chills down my spine. The silver needle in his hand glinted in the dim light like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, ready to claim a life at any moment. My stomach churned so violently I nearly vomited the osmanthus cake I’d eaten that morning.
Wait! Osmanthus cake...
A flash of inspiration struck. I remembered an old file I’d stumbled upon while investigating the Imperial Kitchen. It described a hidden weapon called the "Ghost Shadow Needle," said to be coated in a deadly poison that killed upon contact with blood. And the key to the antidote? A spice known as "Laurel Fragrance"!
Chapter 110