"Sister, it's time to drink Hexin wine."
I opened my eyes suddenly, and under the red hijab embroidered with golden phoenix, a white porcelain wine glass was being handed to me by a pair of hands painted with danko. The concubine Su Yuyao's voice was as sweet as honey quenched with poison. The jade bracelet on her wrist hit the rim of the cup, making the same crisp sound as in her previous life.
