The back of the head felt like it had been hit with a blunt instrument, causing waves of pain. I reluctantly opened my eyes, and what I saw was a shabby bed tent - no, I shouldn't say bed tent, just a few pieces of yellowed rags hanging on bamboo poles. When the wind blew in, they swayed back and forth like the tongues of a hanged man.
Where is this?
A lot of memories that didn't belong to me flooded into my mind, and they were dumped into my mind like garbage. Shen Yunzhao, the current empress, had just been deposed and relegated to the cold palace. And I - I'm a fucking social creature who just fell asleep on the subway after working overtime.
Time traveled.
What kind of ghost palace did he wear?
"Hey, are you awake?"
A high-pitched voice came from the doorway. I turned around and looked over. I saw a eunuch standing at the door, holding a bowl of something in his hand and a malicious smile on his face. Behind him were two palace maids, both of whom had similar expressions - the kind of gloating that "you're done".
"Queen, it's time to eat." The eunuch put the bowl on the table, and with a "dong" sound, the soup splashed out.
I pushed myself up and sat up, with a terrible headache, but I could still clearly see what was in the bowl - a bowl of turbid rice soup with a few grains of rice floating in it, and more of some unspeakable dregs. Not to mention the queen, even ordinary people would not use this kind of thing to feed their dogs.
"That's it?" I spoke, my throat as dry as sandpaper.
"What? Your Majesty, you still think you are a queen?" The eunuch laughed, his voice sharp and sharp, "His Majesty has decreed that the queen should be abolished, and you are now a sinner in the cold palace. It is good if you have a stutter.
