"Master, Master..."
A chorus of chaotic voices intruded upon her ears, shattering the dream abruptly. Liu Mianmian slowly opened her eyes, seeing Liu Zhi's worried face just an arm's length away.
There were still traces of tears on her face, her eyes swollen—she had likely been crying for a long time.
Liu Mianmian's mind felt muddled, her vacant gaze swept across the room.
It was a delicate residence. The mosquito net over the bed, the furnishings inside, and the orientation of the room resembled her sleeping chambers.
But resemblance was all it was.
This was an unfamiliar place.
Seeing her awaken, Liu Zhi quickly wiped her tears and said, "Master, you're awake. How do you feel? Should I call the Imperial Physician for you?"
When the words "Imperial Physician" were uttered, her tears fell again. She corrected herself hastily, "Should I call the doctor for you instead?"
"Master, don't panic. We are no longer in the palace—we've already left the palace!"
