"Miss Jill, do you regret it?" I saw an old man with a white beard talking to a woman dressed as an ancient person in the silence. "If you don't regret it, if you want me to go to the palace, I might as well die. I thought the prime minister had good intentions for taking me in, but I didn't expect that he used me as a tool to maintain his status...
My Youhe, come and save me, ah, my head hurts so much. A powerful force is slowly pulling my soul away. In a trance, I see Youhe and me. No, that is not me, it is the person who took my body away...