C468 Entering the Palace

Once the main hall was empty again, Zhuohua narrowed her eyes and suddenly smashed the teacup in her hand onto the floor. The remaining half-cup of clear tea splattered across the ground, mixing with the shards of porcelain.

"Interesting," she murmured softly, tapping the table with her fingers. "It's late June, and yet half a cup of warm tea spilled on the floor still manages to steam