At the same time, the atmosphere in the Law Enforcement Hall's main hall was heavy.
Yun Zishan sat above them. After hearing the report from the disciple in charge of the investigation, she learned that there had still been no progress. An inexplicable blaze of anger suddenly flared inside her, leaving her restless and agitated.
"Pass on my orders! They have until tonight to give me a result!" she commanded coldly, her voice carrying a chill that brooked no argument.
The disciple standing below didn't dare make a sound. He hurriedly bowed to accept the order and rushed off to Zhaoyu Tower to press them for answers.
Yun Zishan felt stifled by the air in the hall. She abruptly stood and walked straight out, then unconsciously headed toward her residence, Ziyun Pavilion.
As she entered the pavilion, its familiar, chilly air washed over her. Her gaze swept across the stairs leading to the third floor, but her steps halted of their own accord at the corner on the First Floor—outside the room where Yang Ning had once stayed for a night.
As if possessed, she reached out and pushed open the half-closed door.
The room's furnishings were just as they had been: simple and neat. Her gaze finally settled on the bed where Yang Ning had slept. She stared blankly at the neatly folded bedding, lost in thought, and didn't even notice someone standing behind her.
"Ma... Master..." Xu Yinyin called softly from the doorway, her face full of worry.
Yun Zishan abruptly came to her senses and turned around. Her usual cool expression had already returned. "What is it?"
"Master," Xu Yinyin said, entering the room and trying to keep her voice calm and objective. "About Advisor... Based on what we learned before, that poison takes about twelve shichen