The Stunningly Beautiful Abandoned Concubine Seizes the King's Heart

The damp cell was filled with an aura of corruption. There was no light there, only endless darkness. The air revealed the aura of death. Those imprisoned here were undoubtedly dead. In the cell, she lay motionless among a pile of withered grass. Occasionally, a mouse or two would crawl over her body and remain unmoved. Her eyes stared blankly at the dark roof. If one of her hands hadn't been stroking the rough stone wall, she would have thought it was just a corpse lying there. Corpse? Is she no different than a corpse now? Dry and messy hair, a thin, sallow face, and a body shaped like a skeleton...