“You’ll drink every last drop of this tea, dear sister.”
Su Yun Zhao’s eyes flew open. The rim of a celadon teacup pressed against her lips, while Su Wan’er’s red-lacquered fingernails slipped discreetly toward the tea. A familiar, cloying fragrance crept into her nostrils: Heartdrunk Powder, the poison that had made her go mad and disgrace herself in front of the palace during the selection in her previous life.
