The musty smell of decay mixed with the smell of dust, like a cold net under the hood. Ling Yao's eyelashes trembled, and his consciousness was forcibly pulled out of the chaotic darkness.
The rough and cold wooden floor beneath her cheeks hurt her.
"Empress Hui Fei, get on your way, don't waste the auspicious time." A voice as sharp as a eunuch's nails scraping against an iron sheet echoed in the empty palace, urging with a trace of impatience.
Immediately afterwards, there was a woman's laughter that was even sharper and full of malice: "Giggle... Madam, this is a gift from Your Majesty. Don't you love His Majesty the most? If you can die under His Majesty's will, you should be smiling."
Smiling Jiuquan?
