Chapter 17 Rubbing the Red Mark
Watching Yuwen Huang stride away triumphantly, I slowly lowered my gaze and rubbed my wrist, still faintly red from his grip.
In the courtyard the servants remained kneeling, faces ashen, trembling hard.
“You may withdraw.”
I waved my hand, voice returning to its usual coolness.
As if granted amnesty, the palace people scrambled out the gate, disappearing as though one more second would cost their lives.
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