The familiar burning sensation in his throat suddenly came, as if a handful of red-hot coals had been forcefully poured in.
The severe pain made her curl up instantly.
Wrong.
Shouldn't she be in the cold palace, with that bowl of poisonous wine burning through her internal organs, and dying in endless regret and pain?
Shen Li opened her eyes suddenly.
There are no cold, damp walls, no musty straw.
What comes into view is a festive red, the curtain is brand new, and the air is filled with a faint smell of tung oil and new wood.
She lowered her head and saw her hands.
The fingers are slender and the skin is delicate. There are no thick calluses left by years of hard labor, and there are no blood stains from scratching before death.
This is... Her hand?
She tremblingly touched her cheek, which felt warm and full of youthful elasticity.
What's going on?
There was a jingling sound of rings coming from far away, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman wearing the costume of a lady in charge came in carrying a black lacquer tray.
The woman had a mean face and triangular eyes. Seeing that Shen Li was awake, she pulled her face with a smile.
"Shen promised to wake up? What a blessing. He won the favor of the masters as soon as he entered the palace."
Okay, super funny