It's late at night.
The waning moon hangs on the skinny branches, and its cold light cannot penetrate into this remote cold courtyard.
Su Waner was leaning on the couch, with only a thin quilt covering her body, and the cold air seeped into her bones from all directions.
She coughed again, and every sound tugged at her heart, causing a sharp pain.
Three years.
Three years ago, she was the legitimate daughter of the Su family who was famous all over the capital, and she was the legitimate concubine who was welcomed into the palace by eight carriages.
At that time, she thought that marrying her sweetheart would be the beginning of a lifetime of glory.
Who knows, that is actually the prelude to falling into the abyss.
"Murder the concubine's heir", these six words, like a reminder, knocked her from the clouds to dust, and imprisoned her here, never to see the light of day.
The courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, breaking the dead silence.
It's Chuntao, the personal maid.
She was holding a coarse porcelain bowl, walking hurriedly, with a trace of panic on her face.
"Your Majesty, please drink some porridge while it's hot."
Chuntao handed the bowl over. Inside was clearly visible rice soup, with a few grains of rice floating here and there.
