Qi Qingyao felt an unusually unpleasant scent at the tip of her nose, which made her nose itchy. She sneezed and woke up.
The moment she opened her eyes, bright light shined into them, making her close her eyes involuntarily for a while to get used to it.
When she opened her eyes again, she realized that she was lying on a four-poster bed. She sat up and noted that her clothes were intact. Suddenly, without needing to turn her head, she sensed a strong gaze sweeping over from not far away. Qi Qingyao turned her neck stiffly.
She was in a very somber and luxurious room, furnished with quaint sculptures and vases of very unique colors.
They all looked very valuable.
There was a very long table in the room. The table was darkly lacquered with gold detailings.
On three of the four sides of the table sat three men who donned silver masks.
Qi Qingyao was stunned.
