The prison was filled with a faint smell of blood and a foul smell. In the dark and damp place, she could hear the squeaking of rats. From afar, she could hear her sister, Zhao Shanshan, crying. "I want to go out, I want to go out, I don't want to stay here. Mother, Mother, come and save me! Help me!"
Concubine Fang consoled her from the side, "Don't cry. I've brought your mother for you. This bottle contains the water that your mother's bones have turned into. Keep it as a memento. As she spoke, she even stuffed the bottle into Zhao Shanshan's arms, causing her to scream in fear.
Jiang Xi sat cross-legged in the corner with an indifferent expression. Zhao Yingying held on to the corner of Jiang Xi's clothes tightly with tears in her eyes, as if this would make her feel at ease.
Now that the weather had turned cold, Zhao Panpan was wrapped in a furry cloak and walked like a polar bear. A large group of people followed behind her.
