Lu Ying gazed at Shen Yinning.
Her skin was pale white, and the sunlight on her face resembled salt roasting over snow. It was midsummer, yet he could not capture a trace of warmth from her visage, only feeling his eyes sting with an unbearable ache.
She hated him so.
She wouldn't even bother with pretense!
After a long silence, Shen Yunxi couldn't resist speaking: "Your Majesty, Shen Yinning has already let you search her belongings. What are you waiting for?"
Lu Ying's Adam's apple bobbed as shadows churned within his narrow eyes, resembling a surge of leaden-gray clouds rolling in from the edge of the sky.
He fixed his gaze on Shen Yinning and spoke coldly: "Search."
This time, the Imperial Guard quickly unearthed a witchcraft doll.
Lu Ying stared at the doll resting on the tray.
Sure enough, the doll bore his name and birthdate scratched onto it and was pierced with over a dozen silver needles, rendering it grotesque upon first glance.
