There was a sharp pain in the back of my head, as if someone had smashed it open with a stone.
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a shabby bed tent covered with cobwebs. The damp musty smell penetrated my nose, mixed with the smell of rotting wood, and I almost threw up.
Etc.
I know this place.
The most dilapidated side hall on the west side of Leng Palace has a hole in the wall that leaks when it rains. There is still the broken wooden basin with missing legs in the corner. In my previous life, I had grown a wild flower in it, but it was kicked over by the eunuch who came to inspect.
Why am I here?
When I touched the back of my head with my hand, it was sticky and it was blood. I struggled to sit up, my whole body felt like it was falling apart in pain. Looking down, I saw that I was wearing an old palace dress that had been washed white, the cuffs were frayed, and my fingertips were still stained with unwashed black mud.
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door.
"Your Majesty, that bitch has died, right?"
"Oh, I pushed it with my own hands, how can it be false? If you hit your head on a stone, you won't survive."
This sound.
De imperial concubine.
