Xiaotao’s fingers were icy, as if she were holding a small block of ice.
She tugged at the corner of my sleeve, her face flushed with anxiety, yet she could not utter a single sound.
Tracing lines onto my palm, she sketched out a scene of chilling terror with crude strokes. A circle represented the Imperial Palace; several winding lines curled around it like venomous snakes—these were clearly the forces of Wei Zhongxian. In the center of the circle, a prominent "X" stood out. Could it be… the Emperor?
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