I was lying on this broken bed. My whole body was so hot that I couldn't even move. A thin little eunuch knelt down beside the bed and cried, muttering: "My queen, you have to hold on. If you are gone, this slave will not be able to survive..."
I jerked away, and the ball of light in my palm had disappeared, replaced by a translucent interface floating three inches above my palm.
[Host: Xia Qingkong]
[Identity: Queen of the Cold Palace (1095th day of ban)]
[Status: Mild poisoning, malnutrition, 30 days countdown to survival]
[Task: Make delicious food with a rating of 8.0 Or above within three days and unlock basic recipes]
[Countdown: 71:59:48]
I gasped.
1095 Days, three full years. It has been three years since the original owner was relegated to the cold palace, and the one I traveled through time to take over was a body with only one month left to live.
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door.
It's not the cautious kind, it's the kind of footsteps that are deliberately stepped hard for fear that others won't know she's coming.
I sat up and the bed creaked. My head was still dizzy, my stomach was empty, and I was starving.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and the sunlight made me squint.
The woman who came in was dressed in crimson palace attire, her hair was covered with gold walking sticks, and she walked with jingling sounds. Behind her were four palace maids, all with their chins raised, as if they were raiding the house.
"Hey, are you still alive?"
