Qiuyue sat in the dungeon, surrounded by darkness, trembling all over from the cold.
She hadn't eaten for a day, and her stomach was growling.
In the past few days, King Wei's people feared she might starve to death, so they delivered food once a day, but today, no one came.
Qiuyue thought to herself: If they keep not delivering food in the coming days, she might starve to death.
Lost in thought, Qiuyue dared not cry, for if her tears ran dry, she wouldn't even have water to drink.
At the moment of her utter despair, suddenly, footsteps echoed from the dungeon entrance.
A torchlight shone in, and Qiuyue bit her lip; someone coming in the dead of night—were they here to silence her?
A few days ago, Si Jun's people even whipped her.
Scared, Qiuyue huddled further into the corner, closed her eyes, and resolved that if she couldn't endure the whipping, she'd bite her tongue to end it all!