The floor of the Cold Palace was cold and damp, reeking of a foul, musty stench.
Weimo lay limp on the ground, utterly powerless. The effects of the bone-softening powder were so potent that she couldn't even twitch a finger. Seven months pregnant, the weight of her child pressed heavily against the floor, kicking restlessly within her womb as if sensing an impending, catastrophic danger.
The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, accompanied by the rustle of a trailing phoenix robe. She watched as a pair of shoes embroidered with exquisite golden phoenixes stopped before her. Weimo summoned every ounce of her strength to lift her head, finding Su Wanzhao looking down at her, adorned in pearls and jade. In her hand, Su Wanzhao held a cold dagger, its blade making the cinnabar on her fingernails look as vivid as blood.
Chapter 147