Pei You was momentarily startled, but quickly followed the palace maid into Jiaofang Si.
On a simple bed, a dancer with delicate facial features was as pale as a sheet, cold sweat beading on her forehead, her lower lip bitten so deeply that it was bruised.
Pushing the door open and stepping inside to witness this wretched sight, Pei You's oval face instantly chilled—though not toward the dancer on the bed.
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