Madam, are you awake?
I woke up from my numb arm.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a gray tent ceiling with a moldy stain on it, shaped like a toad with its teeth and claws. The wooden board under me was as hard as a chopping board. I turned over and my waist almost broke.
"Mother, are you awake?"
A face full of wrinkles came over, smiling like a chrysanthemum. I instinctively shrank back before my mind could turn around. What empress? Whose empress?
The old palace maid stretched out her hand to help me, but I raised my hand to block it, and glanced around - the dilapidated house, the table with missing legs, the windows were covered with several layers of paper, and there was still wind. Two little palace maids squatted in the corner, looking at me secretly, their eyes looked like monkeys.
Memories came flooding in. Shen Wanning, after the dynasty was deposed, was thrown into the cold palace three days ago. I, Lin Wan, am the HR director of a large group. I just finished a layoff negotiation and was so tired that I fell asleep on the table.
And now, I am her.
"Your Majesty, you have slept all day and all night, and the slaves are worried." The old maid was still nagging, and the two young maids had already quickly brought a basin of water, "You clean your face first, and someone from Guifei Zhao will come to deliver lunch later."
Concubine Zhao. I ran through the memories of the original owner in my mind, and my face darkened. This imperial concubine was the main culprit for the original owner being relegated to the cold palace. She sent people to "visit" the deposed queen every three days, nominally offering food and drinks, but in reality they came to stamp her face.
"What time is it?" I asked.
The old palace maid was stunned: "What did the empress say?"
"..." I changed my words, "What time?"
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