"Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!"
"Quick, save the Grand Imperial Princess!"
"Someone come!! Someone come!!"
Chuzheng's ears were filled with all sorts of sounds, and then she was lifted up by people.
Damn it!
It's not a dream!
It's freaking starting again.
Bastard, this goddamn thing.
The sounds around her were chaotic, filled with footsteps and the crying of girls.
"How is it?" someone asked.
"This old servant... did his best."
"Ah..."
The crying grew louder.
The voices around Chuzheng gradually receded, and her consciousness slowly sank.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Chuzheng finally woke up a bit, slowly opened her eyes, and what met her gaze was fluttering white silk.
Cold winds were howling around her, chilling her to the bone.
What kind of hellish place is this?
Chuzheng's body was somewhat stiff, like it had just been taken out of a fridge, and it took her a while to be able to sit up, her gaze sweeping around.
It's... a memorial hall?!