The heat intensified, rendering the main courtyard even more stifling.
Ever since that day, Fujin had fallen somewhat ill, although not severely, enough so that she had not summoned the Imperial Physician.
Yet the continuous lack of good sleep and absence of appetite also took its toll. Within a few days, she had grown noticeably thinner.
Sister Yang was heartbroken for her but was at a loss, "My dear Fujin, what has become of you? If something were to happen to you, wouldn't that delight those little schemers?"
"The Master suspects me. Sister Yang, is everything taken care of? With Xiuxiu gone, what about the rest?" Fujin frowned.
"Fujin, there's nothing left to deal with. With Xiuxiu dead, there's no one else," Sister Yang whispered, "The poison... we only used a tiny bit, and it's undetectable by now. Since Xiuxiu's dead, nobody else is affected; her family knows nothing."
Fujin nodded.
