The candlelight flickered, and the Longquan Kiln celadon teacup was placed down gently.
The bottom of the cup touched the sandalwood table, producing a crisp sound.
Li Yan looked at the opposite party, expressionless.
This Imperial Censor was named Wang Yanling.
His skin was dark, his features upright and dignified, complemented by his crimson robe and vermillion hat, perfectly fitting the image of a court official.
But upon closer inspection, one could discover many things.
His eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, and there was a shallow scar on his brow bone. Although his shoulders and back were as straight as pine, his left hand's little finger was missing, and his right hand's thumb pad was thick with calluses...
In an instant, Li Yan deduced many things.
The scar on the little finger and brow bone was caused by punishment; it seemed this Wang Censor had suffered in prison...
