The Wisdom of Dongfang Bai

In the capital city, within a secluded manor, the hall was adorned with exquisite delicacies.

The table boasted an array of rare delicacies, cooked dishes, and uncommon fresh fruits, all arranged in a lavish display.

In an era marked by scarcity, these items would easily consume the annual food budget of an average family, with some being priceless commodities.

Dongfang Bai lay slumped over the table, deep in unconsciousness. After what seemed like a quarter of an hour, she stirred, her fingers twitching, gradually awakening from her stupor.

As her memory slowly returned, Dongfang Bai was startled into alertness, suppressing the urge to leap up and flee. She remained still, listening intently to her surroundings.

"Awake?" A sudden unfamiliar voice broke the silence, emanating from before Dongfang Bai.

She carefully discerned the voice, certain she had never heard it before. Nonetheless, Dongfang Bai did not move.