The Queen's Choice of Ministers: Song Jin's Strategy and Strategy

In the Yeting of the Dasheng Dynasty, there was a musty smell oozing from the cracks of the blue brick floor, mixed with the bitterness of inferior soap locust, which eroded the last bit of Jiangnan warmth from Song Jin's body. He wrapped himself tightly in the starched gray cloth slave robe, and the newly scabbed wound on his back was so painful from the fabric that every step he took felt like he was stepping on the tip of a knife.