Far from the main market of the town, Xian Zhenya was sitting inside the secret room of the house which belonged to Magistrate Li. With a cup of steaming tea in front of her, Xian Zhenya looked at Magistrate Li whose eyes were red with tears.
" Stop crying, I am not dead yet," Xian Zhenya spoke through her mouth which had a scar running on the side.
Magistrate Li wiped her tears and then stated in a quiet voice, " Sure you are not dead your Highness but your condition is even worse than those who died in the usurp of the throne. You have lost an eye and your injuries are yet to heal, what are you doing with your body? Why didn't you pay attention to your situation?"
Xian Zhenya sighed and then countered, " Do you think I did not want to? I have been trying to settle down ever since I came to this town but Xieren's women keep sniffing my tracks like guard dogs. I can't even let my guard down much less recuperate."
