A Glimpse Of The Past

The cultivator Yu Chen vanished without a trace. So the story of this instance changed drastically. As of now, the curse would only affect the townsmen and their partners. Since fear was the emotion that was needed to keep the 'Queen' alive, the royal servant would make sure to fulfil the requirement.

Xie Ai spent a long time lying on the bed, staring into the window covered with red curtains, trying his very best to regain control over his body. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't do it.

He hadn't even gotten enough chances to sneak a look at his face, but he knew he wasn't breathing.

He hadn't been so helpless as now, so afraid as now, and so desperate to speak his words as now. He didn't even know how many days, weeks, months, and years passed by, but other than occasionally hearing the royal servant's words, Xie Ai had no one to talk to. It could be said that he hadn't been able to utter a single word out of his own will.