I dressed as the lowest maid in the cold palace, and my daily job was to follow others and throw stones into an abandoned well. They said that the well contained a deposed queen who was vicious and deserved her punishment. But when I look at those sharp-edged stones, I always feel frightened. Finally, while there was no one around, I quietly dropped the few steamed buns I had saved into the bottom of the well in a basket. From down the well, a low and weak male voice came, "Who are you?" Then I realized that the person locked in this well was not a useless queen at all, but him!
