In the cold winter, the wind is like a razor.
Su Qingyao squatted beside the abandoned well, digging his frozen knuckles into the hard soil full of ice.
There were a few bloody marks on Ku Mu's nails. She seemed unconscious and just stared at the purple-black roots under the ground.
——Found it.
"Broken gut grass." She silently rubbed the frozen soil off her fingertips and pinched the small, unattractive beard between her fingertips.
The concubine of Dayin's prime minister's house is now a useless person in the cold palace. She even has to be robbed of her bad food.
Last night, that crazy old eunuch with crooked eyes and slanted mouth stole half of her hard-earned savings.
She said nothing, but she found this treasure today and was going to cook a pot of "cold-repelling soup" for the old eunuch.
There is no such thing as meat pie falling from the sky. In this place where even ghosts don't want to stay, you have to be more ruthless than others to survive.
Ever since he was young, he had witnessed how his aunt tortured his own mother to death. Su Qingyao had long learned a truth: if you pretend to be a good person in this cannibalistic place, you will die the fastest.
