Cold water splashed on my face and I opened my eyes suddenly.
What I could see was the mottled beams, and cobwebs hanging down and clinging to my forehead. The air was filled with a damp musty smell, mixed with the smell of blood, which made my stomach churn. I sat up with my hands on the ground and looked down to see that I was wearing a white washed plain coat with patches on the cuffs.
I was stunned.
This dress is so familiar to me. Three years ago, I was dragged out of the cold palace and sent to the tyrant's dragon bed wearing this dress.
"Are you awake?" A sharp female voice came from outside the door, "Mammy said that she will send you to the Chengqian Palace tonight and ask you to freshen up and dress up quickly so as not to embarrass our cold palace."
Shameful? I sneered. When did the nanny in the cold palace care about face? In my previous life, when they pushed me to the ground, took off my clothes and washed me, they never said anything about shame. They would only say: "A princess who has lost her country, you are lucky to be able to serve your majesty, don't know what is good and what is evil."
That year, I was eighteen years old, my family was ruined, my country was destroyed, and I was humiliated.
I thought I was going to die, but I survived and even became the tyrant's favorite concubine. But so what? Three years later, he personally pushed me into the sea of fire, holding me in his arms and being buried in the fire together.
The burning sensation of tongues of fire licking my skin is still hot in my memory.
