The servant girl lifted the screen, and Xiang Ying strode inside.
The air inside the room was thick and foul-smelling. A family retainer had just cleared away a puddle of vomit and carried it out past Xiang Ying.
She slightly furrowed her brows.
The entire room was covered with heavy curtains.
Lying on the bed was the City Garrison Commander, Mr. Li, pale and gaunt.
The torment of many days had left him so emaciated he hardly looked human.
The bedside was surrounded by attendant servants, and on the ground knelt a doctor.
Mr. Li's eyes were like two emotionless pebbles.
He looked towards Xiang Ying with a somber gaze and said, "Ever since this official arrived in West Zhou, I've been stricken with this strange illness."
