A bright, round moon hung in the night sky.
Silvery moonlight poured into a somewhat dim room.
The room was very simply decorated, and the unconscious Qin Shuangshuang lay on a wooden board. It was clearly a place where servants of the Qins lived.
Qin Shuangshuang's eyelids twitched slightly before she suddenly opened her eyes, feeling a tightness in her chest and a burning anger that refused to extinguish in her heart.
Qin Shuangshuang sat up from the wooden board and looked at the tightly closed door. She clearly felt that her meridians had been sealed and couldn't circulate spiritual energy through her body at all.
