The drums sounded at the third watch, and the capital fell into deathly silence.
Only the Duke's Mansion was as bright as daylight, reflecting the bright red doors.
The red spiritual flags hanging from the corners of the eaves swayed lightly in the night wind, like the last gasps of a dying person.
The maidservants knelt in a row in the corridor, chanting sutras in a low voice, and the Sanskrit sounds lingered, but they could not suppress the extremely suppressed trembling that came from the inner room.
Su Qingyi sat in front of the bronze mirror.
The woman in the mirror is wearing a dress with a red gold phoenix pattern, her hair is decorated with pearls and jade ornaments, and her forehead is dotted with a little cinnabar - that is the symbol of the "Feng Nu" and a holy symbol respected by all people.
But her fingertips were trembling slightly, her nails were turning blue, and cold sweat was sliding down her forehead, dripping on the ancestral mysterious jade pendant on her chest, which made her tremble with ice.
