Repeated reminders, yet still took the wrong path!
Below the Jade Steps, Heavenly Feather Guard, inside the Heavenly Morning Hall, civil and military officers.
Like thorns on the back! Like sitting on pins! Like a bone stuck in the throat!
Gulp!
Xiong Yiheng's throat moved, pupils shrank to needlepoint size, muddled sweat seeped from his temples, as if the golden bricks he tread upon were molten lava!
He was trembling, his legs numb, brain frantically processing, senses amplified infinitely for a moment, everything around slowed down, the gentle breeze wrapped tiny dust particles, sticking to his moist nose tip.
"Hum~ hm."
A tiny cough echoed and then quickly disappeared.
The Inspector slightly furrowed his brow, wrist turning, Langhao Pen's tip scraping on the bamboo plate.
Among the civil servants, sandwiched within the ranks, an aging minister's face wasn't somber, clearing the throat, barely audible, not spitting out anything.
