Ying Huo, standing behind Jiang Yiruo, took the paper and was about to unfold it.
"I'll do it myself."
Jiang Yiruo's instincts told her that whatever was written on this sheet of paper was not simple.
When she took the paper into her own hands, she looked up at Yan Xiu and saw him drinking tea—only, it wasn't the cup she had just handed him.
Jiang Yiruo pressed her lips together; even as she lowered her gaze, she couldn't quite say what she was feeling in her heart.
She unfolded the sheet that had been neatly folded into a small square, and a totem appeared on it.
It looked like a sharp arrow piercing through half a crescent moon.
When she made out the shape of this totem, Jiang Yiruo blinked and asked Yan Xiu in puzzlement, "Emperor, this looks to me like a moon that's been blocked off. Is this…an arrow?"
"This is the first time I've ever seen such a totem. What does it mean?"
