She glanced at the rigid expression on Lu Tong's face and "pfft" laughed.
"Don't be nervous, Little Shiqi, the medicine just makes your throat uncomfortable, it won't kill anyone. Even if you take it, you won't be in danger of losing your life. I just want to know..."
Lady Yun's slender fingertips brushed across the top of Lu Tong's head, her tone carrying a naive curiosity, "whether you can truly endure it or not?"
Laughing, she left the thatched cottage with the Silver Jar in her arms. When she was gone, Lu Tong scrambled inside, rummaging through her things until she found two hemp ropes as thick as her fists.
She knew that Lady Yun never lied, and every "casual mention" inevitably led to intense "unbearable pain." Since she had used the word "endure," it meant the itching pain from the "Free-as-a-Bird" would be no small ordeal.
