Chapter 8: An Arrow from the Sacred Capital
“County Lord has specifically instructed that Madam should also bring ‘that item’ along, lest it fall into the hands of the rebel bandits.”
Within the small courtyard, the puppet Li Shun kept his head lowered deeply, his tone both respectful and urgent.
“That item?”
The enchanting woman paused for a moment, but a flicker of understanding quickly passed through her eyes.
Her brows knit slightly. The soft, charming tone she carried just moments ago turned abruptly cold.
“Wait here.”
Without waiting for Li Shun’s response, she turned sharply and strode into the inner chamber.
Moments later, she stepped out once more.
But now, clutched tightly in her arms, was a long, narrow brocade box. The box appeared neither wood nor jade, its surface faintly coated in a thin layer of frost.