Severe pain.
It was like countless red-hot iron needles exploded from the depths of his head, piercing through his limbs and bones.
Shen Qingluan's consciousness was abruptly pulled out of chaos by the severe pain.
The cold rainwater, mixed with mud, poured in through her tattered clothes and stuck to every inch of her skin.
The nostrils were filled with the stench of rotting corpses and wet earth.
Disgustingly rich.
Not far away, two men could be heard talking in a hushed tone, accompanied by the sound of shovels shoveling dirt.
"Hurry up and dig. It's raining like crazy. It's raining harder and harder."
A rough voice complained.
"What's the rush? Everyone is dead anyway, can they still run away?"
The other voice sounded impatient.
"Unfortunately, if it weren't for the generous reward from Madam, who would be willing to come to this mass grave and do such dirty work."
"Okay, don't be nagging, just bury her and go back to drink. This eldest lady is really a good daughter-in-law of the Duke's palace. If she insists on committing adultery, she deserves to be beaten to death."
Before she finished speaking, a memory that did not belong to her violently poured into Shen Qingluan's mind.
Shen Qingluan, the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo.
