"Why are you bringing the Consort leftover scraps to eat?"
"This is all there is. Eat it or don't."
"Y-you're just abusing your power! Once my lady gets out, you'll pay for this!"
"Ha! Your lady's family has already been sent to the Cold Palace by the Emperor, and you still expect her to get you out of here? While security is lax, you'd better abandon your lady and find someone else to serve."
"I won't abandon my lady. I believe she'll get me out of here."
"..."
Hiss...
Lin Xiaomo was woken by the sound of what seemed like an argument. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Wasn't she working overtime late into the night? Where was this? How had she gotten here? And what had happened to the wound on her head...
Yes, Lin Xiaomo had been woken by the pain as well as the argument.
The room before her looked just like the Cold Palace in an ancient costume drama.
Except it barely even looked like a room. Wind blew in from every side, making it look more like a shelter for refugees in ancient times.
