Gu Nian'an woke up from the pain.
There was a burning pain in her neck, as if someone had wrapped a red-hot wire around her throat. She opened her eyes suddenly, gasping for air, her fingers scratching her neck uncontrollably, and her nails scratched her skin, leaving a few light red marks.
The texture on the ceiling is very old and the paint is mottled.
Not a cold palace.
Gu Nian'an's hands froze in mid-air, and his eyes stared motionlessly at the cracked caisson painting above his head. She recognized the pattern. It was peonies wrapped around branches. The third petal on the left was missing color. This was——
Dali Temple Shaoqing Mansion, the boudoir where she lived before getting married.
"Miss! Miss, you are awake!"
A maid ran in in a panic, holding a medicine bowl in her hand. The soup spilled half of the bowl on her clothes without caring. She threw herself to the bed, her face full of surprise and fear.
"You're awake now. The doctor said you've had a fever for three days. If the fever doesn't go away, you'll... Miss, why are you crying?"
Gu Nian'an raised her hand and touched her face, it was wet.
She looked at the maid in front of her - Cuizhu, her personal maid, who followed her into the palace in her previous life, and was dragged out and killed with a cane on the day she was sent to the cold palace. During the execution, Cuizhu was still shouting, "The lady is unjustly accused." She shouted until her voice became hoarse and her spine did not bend.
