In the dungeon of Prince Chu's Mansion, the air felt like it had turned into mud that smelled of rust. It was sticky and stuck in the nose, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Su Jiuli huddled in the corner, the tattered prison uniform on his body could only barely cover his body covered with whip marks.
The chains clattered, as if the God of Death was counting down, and this sound kept reminding her: You don't have much time to live.
Three years ago, she was the daughter of the owner of Qinglan Valley. She was a smart and powerful genius in medicine and poisoning. Just because she suddenly exposed the extremely poisonous scandal of Zhao Jin, the crown prince of Chu, secretly hiding the "Ghost Face Grass", what was the result?
What he got was being framed, betrayed, and finally thrown into this dark dungeon.
"Ha..." Su Jiuli smiled bitterly in his heart.
This is so funny. Why did she, Su Jiuli, end up like this?
She closed her eyes, trying to find a little hope in her hazy consciousness.
All the meridians in her body were severed, and her Dantian was empty. Not to mention condensing Qi, even if she moved, it would hurt as if her heart had been torn apart.
Wasted pulse, really useless pulse!
