Su Wan was awakened by the harsh sound of nails scraping against the wooden cabinet.
The dizziness caused by the high fever has not faded away, but the back of my head feels like it has been hit with a blunt instrument. She struggled to open her eyes, and the carved and gold tent ceiling came into view - the pattern of green luan holding a branch was embroidered in a flamboyant way, and the gold thread glowed coldly in the dim light. It was definitely not something that she should have in the rental house she was renting.
"Second Miss is awake? Just in time, it saves us the trouble of carrying someone." A sharp female voice sounded outside the tent, with unabashed meanness, "Ms. Wang said that the warehouse in the second room will be managed by the big room from now on, hand over the key quickly!"
Su Wan froze. This voice, this title, and the sudden influx of unfamiliar memories in my mind - Su Wan, the legitimate daughter of the second eldest daughter of the Zhenguo Palace. Her biological mother died young, her father fought in the frontier, and she was trained by the eldest eldest eldest daughter, Wang, for many years. Last night, because of "confrontation", Wang was pushed against the wall and fell into a coma with high fever...
