329, Traitor

In the Imperial Prison.

The dimness that made one lose all sense of time's passage, only through the "品"-shaped ventilation holes at the top of the wall, did a trickle of light allow for a rough estimation of the hour.

Yun Xi woke from her slumber, propping herself up on the stone bed to sit upright, obviously still groggy, her messy hair tangled with several strands of straw.

The young girl sitting cross-legged had no scars on her body, the prison uniform that seemed a bit too small stretched tight below the collar by the round "Prisoner" character emblazoned on it.

Incredibly, the girl hadn't grown thinner during her imprisonment in the Imperial Prison; on the contrary, the two mounds on her chest had gotten even bigger...

"Umm..."

On the same stone bed, sleeping on the outer side, Qing Niao was still in her dreams.