A cold touch came from underneath him, along with a pungent musty smell.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and in front of me were dilapidated beams and wooden rafters covered with cobwebs. My consciousness still lingers on that bloody night - Prince Xiao Ming poured the poisoned wine into my mouth with his own hands, and the Queen stood aside with her well-maintained face smiling wildly.
"The Yun family after deposing, colluded with foreign enemies, and intended to poison His Majesty and punish him with death."
They all thought I was dead.
But I am alive again.
The severe pain in his head had not dissipated, but his body was as stiff as if he had just crawled out of a coffin. I raised my arms and struggled to sit up. The movement was so big that it hurt the wound on my back, and I took a deep breath.
Is this... A cold palace?
