Divine Constable Bureau Heavenly Prison.
"Ah! Isn't this Lord Ye?" Yaksa reclined sideways on a stone bed covered in hay, one leg crossed over the other. Her fair bare feet and calves swayed gently, looking quite comfortable. "What wind has blown you into my humble cell?"
Ye Weiming could not help finding Yaksa's familiar manner amusing. "This is the Divine Constable Bureau's prison. As a third-rank constable of the Divine Constable Bureau, I have administrative authority here, while you merely have temporary residency rights. Calling it your cell is rather inappropriate, isn't it, Miss Yaksa?"
"Fine, yours, yours. Everything here is yours." Yaksa rolled her eyes, apparently unwilling to continue dwelling on the matter with Ye Weiming. She changed the subject. "But coming here in the middle of the night... are you planning to keep me from sleeping all night?"
As she spoke, Yaksa simply lay down comfortably on the stone bed. One hand supported her chin while her legs remained crossed, though the position lifted her right leg even higher. Her rounded thigh and straight bare foot swayed back and forth, especially eye-catching.
By then, Ye Weiming had opened the cell door. He waved a hand, dismissing the constables guarding the prison, then strode inside. "I recall Miss Yaksa saying that whenever I needed Gut-wrenching Bone-rotting Poison, I could come see you in prison."
"I came as promised, but judging by your expression, Miss Yaksa, you don't seem interested in discussing business."
Yaksa smiled softly. "Since we're discussing business, how can we do it standing up?" She sat up and patted the spot on the stone bed beside her. "Come over. Sit down and talk."
Ye Weiming was not afraid of her tricks. He immediately stepped forward and sat where she had patted. "Can we talk now?"
Unexpectedly, after