Xu Zhenguan felt as if she were dreaming.
In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, walking alone through the empty and deserted Imperial Palace.
She walked and walked, calling out "Father" and her brothers' names everywhere, but no one answered.
Until night fell, the little Third Imperial Princess finally sat wearily on some steps, hugging her knees tightly and falling into a deep sleep. She vaguely heard someone calling "Your Majesty," but the heavy drowsiness made it impossible for her to respond. She struggled to open her eyes, like a drowning person struggling in the deep sea...
Finally...
Xu Zhenguan broke through the surface, suddenly opening her eyes. The scenery in front of her abruptly became clear; she saw an ominous temple ceiling filled with cobwebs. She seemed to be lying in some cold place, the scent of blood lingering at the tip of her nose, and the faint sound of rustling wind echoed in her ears.
"Where... am I..."
